Lyrics

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

There is a man, an angry man
working for the IRS
His heart is stone. He lives alone.
He got a blow up doll on his chest
He don’t like dogs or kids or laughter
He drinks turpentine for dinner so that he’ll be thinner

Works for the IRS, he gonna make you sweat
He’s the auditor
He wont leave me alone, thinks I’m a Rolling Stone
He’s the auditor, the auditor

The economy? You can see it bleed
shot by crooked banksters
Make the kingpins pay, take their yachts away
the summer houses in the Hamptons
The Govt bailed out all the bandits
but now they’re coming after me? I don’t understand it CH

Works for the IRS, he gonna make you sweat
He’s the auditor
He wont leave me alone, thinks I’m a Rolling Stone
He’s the auditor –and I got nothing to hide

A government by the rich for the rich don’t include me
A government by the rich for the rich don’t include me

Works for the IRS, he gonna make you sweat
He’s the auditor
He wont leave me alone, thinks I’m a Rolling Stone
He’s the auditor
He sees it all black or white, I’m gonna put up a fight
With The auditor
there must be some mistake - I cant owe more than I make
To the auditor