VibeFoundry - The Taxman's Noose | Southern Rock

A haunting southern rock ballad, "The Taxman's Noose", tells the tragic tale of a man crushed by the weight of taxes and despair. With powerful electric guitar riffs, mournful harmonica solos, and raw, emotional vocals, this song dives into rebellion and sorrow. Watch the stormy imagery of a foreclosed farm and the man\u2019s final stand against the system. Don't miss this emotional journey!

Lyrics:
It started with a dream, a little plot of land,
A place to call my own, built with my two hands.
But then the letters came, demanding their due,
The taxman’s hammer fell, and my world turned blue.

Oh, the weight of the world, it’s all on me,
Bills and taxes, no way to break free.
They bled me dry, left me nowhere to stand
,The noose of my burdens was their final demand.

I sold off the tractor, pawned my old ring,
The debt kept on climbing, it’s a cruel, cruel thing.
They took my farm, left me in despair,
No mercy for a man just gasping for air.

Oh, the weight of the world, it’s all on me,
Bills and taxes, no way to break free.
They bled me dry, left me nowhere to stand,
The noose of my burdens was their final demand.

The bottle was my friend, tried to drown the pain,
But every drop reminded me I’d lost the game.
The walls closed in, the nights felt so cold,
My story was ending, a tale bought and sold.

I’d fight the system, but what’s there to fight?
Just shadows and ghosts, taking all in sight.
The man in the mirror, he’s fading away,
His dreams left behind in the cruel light of day.

Neighbors shook their heads, whispered my name,
“He’s just another victim of the taxman’s game.
”But deep down they knew, it could be them too,
No one’s safe from the claws that pursue.

Oh, the weight of the world, it’s all on me,
Bills and taxes, no way to break free.
They bled me dry, left me nowhere to stand,
The noose of my burdens was their final demand.

I wrote one last note, left it on the shelf,
“Dear world, forgive me, I couldn’t help myself.
”The rope swung gently, as I took my last bow,
The system won again, it’s over now.

So here’s to the dreamers, the ones who fight on,
May your battles be short, may your burdens be gone.
But remember this tale, of a man who lost it all,
To the taxman’s noose, and his endless call.

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