Guns N' Roses - IRS

Love Is it true?What they say of you Gonna call the President Gonna call up the Private Eye Gonna get the I.R.S.Gonna need the F.B.I.There's not anymore that I can do All the reasons that you give I follow you So when you plead the fifth,Baby, every time,It's true Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong Wouldn't be the last I'm sure I've known Through all the rumors I can tell,Some things didn't work so well Well anyway, it feels the same When you first told me you were gone So long ago, but I feel it head on Through all the emotions and having a fit And that's the truth and here's the worst yet Wouldn't even matter the things that I say You made your mind up and are gone anyway There's no use now in dragging it on Should've seen it coming all along Well it's true... ooh I had My doubts of you Gonna call the President Gonna call myself a Private Eye Gonna get the I.R.S.Gonna need the F.B.I.Gonna make this a federal case Gonna wave it right down in your face Read it daily with your morning news With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true now[Guitar Solo]I feel your doing this all for my health I should've looked again then at somebody else Feel like I done way more than wrong Feelin' like I never gonna get ya outta this song Feelin like I'm just too tired to care Feelin like I done more than my share Could it be the weight that I've carried on Like a broken record for so long And I do Ooh, oh I'm gonna call the President,I'm gonna call a private eye Gonna get the I.R.S.,Gonna need myself the F.B.I.Ooh, what shall I do If I gave my heart to you It's such a crime you know it's true[Guitar solo]Gonna call the president Gonna get myself a private eye Gonna need the I.R.S.Gonna get the F.B.I.Gonna make it a federal case Gonna wave it right down in your face Read it daily with your morning news With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true There's not anymore that I can do