Tax collector's coming for your body
Tax collector's coming for your soul
To see that you've paid your dues, or else
My love, that you've not been lifted up
Or carried away

Tax collector's coming for your love now
Tax collector's coming for your blood
And saying you can't be lifted up
Or carried away until you've paid
But you and I we know
It happens all the time
All the time
Always just across the way
To some poor soul who will never know
The pregnant sleepless weight of this joy

Tax collector's coming for your dreams now
Coming bright and early in the morning
Why can't I ever remember that
Before it's 2:35am
And I'm wide awake, busy being born again?
Born again

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