Guns N' Roses: IRS

LoveIs it true?What they say of youGonna call the PresidentGonna call up the Private EyeGonna get the I.R.S.Gonna need the F.B.I.There's not anymore that I can doAll the reasons that you giveI follow youSo when you plead the fifth,Baby, every time,It's trueWouldn't be the first time I've been wrongWouldn't be the last I'm sure I've knownThrough all the rumors I can tell,Some things didn't work so wellWell anyway, it feels the sameWhen you first told me you were goneSo long ago, but I feel it head onThrough all the emotions and having a fitAnd that's the truth and here's the worst yetWouldn't even matter the things that I sayYou made your mind up and are gone anywayThere's no use now in dragging it onShould've seen it coming all alongWell it's true... oohI hadMy doubts of youGonna call the PresidentGonna call myself a Private EyeGonna get the I.R.S.Gonna need the F.B.I.Gonna make this a federal caseGonna wave it right down in your faceRead it daily with your morning newsWith a sweet hangover, and the headlines true now[Guitar Solo]I feel your doing this all for my healthI should've looked again then at somebody elseFeel like I done way more than wrongFeelin' like I never gonna get ya outta this songFeelin like I'm just too tired to careFeelin like I done more than my shareCould it be the weight that I've carried onLike a broken record for so longAnd I doOoh, ohI'm gonna call the President,I'm gonna call a private eyeGonna get the I.R.S.,Gonna need myself the F.B.I.Ooh, what shall I doIf I gave my heart to youIt's such a crime you know it's true[Guitar solo]Gonna call the presidentGonna get myself a private eyeGonna need the I.R.S.Gonna get the F.B.I.Gonna make it a federal caseGonna wave it right down in your faceRead it daily with your morning newsWith a sweet hangover, and the headlines trueThere's not anymore that I can do