The Taxpayers - No lodging for the mad

I have been ^Gmaking presentations for a final escalation I have been ^Cpraying to the god of giving ^Gup. She says, ^C“Lock, lock, lock the door b^Gehind yo^Emu now, before the ^Ccriminals and the ^Dcops break in your h^Gouse”. Oh, I have ^Glooked so hard for a ^Cplace where I could ^Gdie. But the ^Cwinners up there of ^Ghigh-end ^Emliving won't ^Callow the broken ^Dinsane to a^Grise. So fuck this ^Ccity. Fuck this ^Gjob. They cut you do^Cwn before you even reach the to^Gp. In a ^Cgod-fearing land, there ain't no ^Glodging for the ^Emmad; you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe before you ^Gdrown. I'm gonna ^Ggo back to that factory, where they ^Cmake, make, make moving ^Gparts that will ^Ctake, take, take you ^Gvery far a^Emway. In the ^Cflash of a pack of ^Dmatches, I will be ^Ggone. So fuck this ^Ccity. Fuck this ^Gjob. They break you ^Cdown before you even reach the ^Gtop. In a ^Cgod-fearing land, there ain't no ^Glodging for the ^Emmad; you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe before you ^Gdrown.