Tax Free - Joni Mitchell

　　Front rooms

　　Back rooms

　　Slide into tables

　　Crowd into bathrooms

　　Joke around

　　Cheap talk

　　Deep talk

　　Talk talk talk around the clock

　　Crawl home

　　Lie down

　　Teeth chatter

　　Heart pounds

　　I don't feel so good

　　I don't feel so good

　　Push a button to escape

　　Preacher on the tube crying Lord

　　There's evil in this land

　　Cast down these dope fiends

　　And there noisy bands

　　Preacher preaching love like vengeance

　　Preaching love like hate

　　Calling for large donations

　　Promising estates

　　Rolling lawns and angel bands

　　Behind the pearly gates

　　You know he will have his in this life

　　But yours will have to wait

　　He's immaculately tax free

　　Tax free

　　Tax free

　　Pissed off

　　Jacked up

　　Scream into the mike

　　Spit into the loving cup

　　Strut like a rooster

　　March like a man

　　God's hired hands and the devil bands

　　Packing the same grandstands

　　Different clothes

　　Different hair

　　Raise a screaming guitar or a bible in the air

　　Theatre of anguish

　　Theatre of glory

　　God's hired hands and the devil bands

　　Oh come let us adore ME

　　Lord there's danger in this land

　　You get witch-hunts and wars

　　When church and state hold hands

　　Tonight I'm going dancing

　　With the drag queens and the punks

　　Big beat deliver me

　　From this sanctimonious skunk

　　We're no flaming angels

　　And he's not heaven sent

　　How can he speak for the Prince of Peace

　　When he's hawk-right militant

　　And he's immaculately tax free

　　Save me

　　Tax free

　　Save me

　　Tax free

　　Save me

　　Tax free

　　Save me