I'm (Not) Being Audited by the IRS

Y'know what really Grinds my gears I've paid my taxes All these years Now I don't Have any problems No mortgages Only dollars What a fucking horrible life I don't even hate my wife The maid comes in and gives me the mail And holy shit, there's no audit You can never know the pain I could never quite explain You don't know what it's like To have too much money in your life I'm counting cash Burning it to ash Because I have no places No space to stash All the gold bars and vases, ancient artifacts And I hate it all, don't forget about that No audit's coming through the mail Holy shit, my life has failed The IRS don't want my name So I'm stuck at home with all this fame You can never know the pain I could never quite explain You don't know what it's like To have too much money in your life AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA