Slap them with a Tax

I wrote some lyrics! They are lyrical! They can be sung to the tune of every Radiohead song I’ve ever heard (I haven’t heard them all).

 Big G and the D.C.’s

When I see you eating Big Macs,
With your happy-meal deal kids
I feel your weight upon my shoulders.
I want to…
Slap, slap, slap.

I see you in your big car,
On a commute that is too far;
I feel my temperature rising.
I want to…
Slap, slap, slap.

At the movies when you eat popcorn
So full of salt and fat
I feel forlorn.
and want to…
Slap, slap, slap.

Slap, slap, slap!
Slap them with a tax!
Slap. Slap!
Slap them with a tax!

I don’t want to be your lover,
I just want to control
what’s in your cupboard.

Slap, slap!
Slap them with a tax!

I don’t want to be your doctor
I just want to decide
What's proper.

Slap, slap!
Slap them with a tax!

I don’t want to be your banker,
Just the confiscator of your
Stash, stash, stash!
I don’t want to be your savior,
Just your reg-you-lay-tor, 

Until you meet your Undertaker.

Now, no more lip as I count the bullets in your clips.
Peace.

 15 Steps then a Shear Drop!