Guns N’ Roses – I.R.S. Song Lyrics

About Guns N’ Roses: Guns N’ Roses, often abbreviated as GNR, is an American hard rock band from Los Angeles, California, formed in 1985. When they signed to Geffen Records in 1986, the band comprised vocalist Axl Rose, lead guitarist Slash, rhythm guitarist Izzy Stradlin, bassist Duff McKagan, and drummer Steven Adler. The current lineup consists of Rose, Slash, McKagan, keyboardist Dizzy Reed, guitarist Richard Fortus, drummer Frank Ferrer and keyboardist Melissa Reese.

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Lyrics:

Ah, ah
Is it true
What they
Say of
You Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI
There’s not anymore
That I can do All the reasons
That you give
I’d follow you
To where you’d lead
And if that’d be
The end of time it’s true Wouldn’t be the first time I been wrong
Wouldn’t be the last
I sure I’ve known
With all the rumors I could tell
Somethings didn’t work so well
Well anyway it feels the same As when you first told me you were gone
So long ago but I still held on
Through all the motions the love and the sex
And that’s the truth an’ here’s the worst yet
Would it even mattered the things that I’d say
You made your mind up and gone anyway
And there’s no use now in draggin’ it on
Shoulda seen it comin’ all along Well it’s true
I had
My doubts of you Gonna call the president
Gonna call myself a private eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it baby with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines too, now I bet you think I’m doin’ this all for my health
I shoulda looked again babe at somebody else
Feelin’ like I’m done way more than wrong
Feelin’ like I’m livin’ inside of this song
Feelin’ like I’m just too tired to care
Feelin’ like I done more than my share
Could it be the way that I’ve carried on
Like a broken record for so long
And I do
Oh, oh Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna get myself the FBI Ooh, what shall I do
If I…
Gave my heart to you, oh
It’s such a crime
You know it’s true Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a private eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it baby with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines too There’s not anymore
That I can do