Story Behind the Song
I had written the lyrics for a possible band project that didn't materialize. At the same time, I had wanted to make a trance-rock song. So I combined both those things into this song. It all goes great together.
Lyrics
I was at your house looking at your stuff
Realizing that I didn't have enough
So I told my wife, "It's off to work we go
You were baking bread, and now you're making dough"
The money pours in - check out the facts
I've got ever-growing piles of linen and flax
And so I'll obtain stuff in no small amount
In life, it's best to bank on your account
My portfolio's diverse - twenties, fives, and tens
And most of it will work toward buying better friends
Like a body that's underwater, but is not as dense
As the water it's in, I'm rising to the top - make sense?
The money pours in - check out the facts
I've got ever-growing piles of linen and flax
And so I'll obtain stuff in no small amount
In life it's best to bank on your account
But look who's here - it's Mr. Fed!
And he's been operating in the red
So he'll take your bills and use them to pay his
You die, it's all gone - wonder why that is
As surely as the earth is slightly wobbly on its axis
You're gonna lose it all to the estate taxes
The government gets most of your gargantuan amount
Kudos for tending what is really their account
The money ebbs out - check out the facts
Uncle Sam clothes himself in linen and flax
And then he'll raise taxes in no small amount
Living off the dead, and banking on your account
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