Tax their work, Tax their pay, They work for peanuts, Anyway!
Tax their cows, Tax their goats, Tax their pants, Tax their coats.
Tax the rich, tax the poor,
Tax the ceiling, tax the floor.
Tax it all, then call for more,
Smile and say, “There’s always more!”
Tax their smoke, Tax their drink, Tax them if they Try to think.
Tax their cars, Tax their gas, Find other ways, To tax their ass.
Tax all they have, Then let them know, You won’t be done, Till they’re broke and skint.
Tax the rich, tax the poor,
Tax the ceiling, tax the floor.
Tax it all, then call for more,
Smile and say, “There’s always more!
When they scream and holler,
Then tax them some more,
Tax them till They are good and sore.
Tax their dreams, tax their sleep,
Tax the promises they keep.
Tax their hope, and when it’s gone—
Just invent another con.
Tax their coffins, Tax their graves, Tax the sod in Which they are laid.
And then When they’re gone, And heaven calls—
Guess what? You’re taxed at Saint Peter’s gates!
Tax the rich, tax the poor,
Tax the ceiling, tax the floor.
Tax it all, then call for more,
Smile and say, “There’s always more!”
© Greg Heartley, UK
℗ Seven Beland Publishing Switzerland
Greg opens up his songwriting book once more and shares the lyrics to his rough, guitar-rock song ‟Prisoner of Fake News‟. He opens up his 2nd album ‟Shout My Name‟ with this title.
You don't have to reach far to understand where his inspiration comes from. We experience fake news every day in our modern world. ‟Prisoner of Fake News‟ is meant as a warning to you all:
They whisper in the wires, shadows dressed as light,
Selling fire in the headlines, burning truth at night.
Fear’s a loaded weapon, they hand it out for free,
But silence holds the answers they don’t want you to see.
Oh, the lie walks faster than the day.
Truth comes limpin’, but it finds its way.
Keep your heart steady, question what you choose,
Don’t be a prisoner,
Don’t be a prisoner
Of fake news.
Silver-tongued deceivers, spinning doubt like gold,
Stories dressed in secrets, a thousand tales retold.
The louder comes the shouting, the softer wisdom speaks,
Truth don’t shout in anger—truth is calm, it’s deep.
Oh, the lie walks faster than the day,
Truth comes limpin’, but it finds its way.
Keep your heart steady, question what you choose,
Don’t be a prisoner,
Don’t be a prisoner
Of fake news.
A spark can start a fire,
A word can start a war…
But truth don’t need an army,
It don’t knock on your door—
It waits inside your core.
Oh, the lie walks faster than the day, (yeah it does)
Truth comes limpin’, but it finds its way. (finds its way)
Keep your heart steady, question what you choose,
Don’t be a prisoner,
Don’t be a prisoner
Of fake news.
© 2026 Greg Heartley UK
℗ Seven Beland Publishing Switzerland
© 2025 Greg Heartley UK
℗ 2025 Seven Beland Publishing Switzerland
