The Convoy Song

Dennis Boothby sings his new song, “A Tax On The Air That We Breathe”, written for the “Convoy of No Confidence”.

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 A Tax On The Air That We Breathe 

Verse 1

When you wake every morning and take your first breath
Just two things are certain that’s taxes and death
They want us to pay for those tree-hugging greens
That’s why they want tax on the air that we breathe.

Verse 2

They’ve got tax on my corn-flakes and tax on my juice
They threaten more tax on the trucks carting food
They’ve just upped the tax on my favourite beer
And now they want tax on the air that we breathe

Chorus

Get your hands off my wallet, Take your hands off her purse,
Your ideas are a fraud and dishonest, You think that freedom’s a curse
BACK OFF JUST LEAVE US ALONE, BACK OFF JUST LEAVE US ALONE
BACK OFF JUST LEAVE US ALONE, Get out of the way

Verse 3

We’re all taxed while we’re working, we’re taxed till we die
We’re taxed while we’re laughing, we’re taxed till we cry
They’re trying to find ways to tax farting sheep
That’s why they want tax on the air that we breathe,

Chorus

Get your hands off my wallet, Take your hands off her purse,
Your ideas are a fraud and dishonest, You think that freedom’s a curse
BACK OFF JUST LEAVE US ALONE, BACK OFF JUST LEAVE US ALONE
BACK OFF JUST LEAVE US ALONE, Get out of the way

Verse 4

They say we must pay more to turn on our lights
They need lots of money to run all our lives
Don’t think for yourself, ‘cos they know what you need
That’s why they want tax on the air that we breathe
That’s why they want tax on the air that we breathe.

See also: Dennis Boothby sings “The King Has Got No Clothes” here…