Give My Taxes Back - D.R.I.

They block out the landscape with giant signs

Covered with pretty girls and catchy lines

Put up fences and cement the ground

To dull my senses, keep the flowers down

I want 'em back

Spend my money on a race to space

Wasting my money, slapping my face

They’ve taken a peek over future’s fence

Taken a peek at my expense

They’ve wasted human lives

And they’ve fucked up mine

I want it back

I’m not into the material scene

Polyester, polyethylene

At least give me a chance to say what I want

The more you waste, the more you want

I want 'em back

I want 'em back

I want 'em back

Give 'em back!