Death and taxes
And the sweet, sweet love of Jesus
On these things we can rely
Give me pie in the sky when I die
That’s good enough for me
I’ll eat it in that golden mansion
I shall not taste a second death
I shall not see my wealth destroyed
I think He let me win that game
There ain’t no placebo high enough
There ain’t no superstition deep enough
These three remain and that’s enough
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