Our taxes fly over the ocean

To fund every Middle-East war

The money is urgently needed

Right here for the jobless and poor

Our bridges and highways are crumbling

Our education is below par

The money that’s now spent on killing

Could be spent to wage peace and not war

Bring back, bring back

Oh bring back those taxes to here

Bring back, bring back

Then all of us Grannies will cheer.

We should be supporting our students

Who struggle to pay for their loans

We should be supporting our families

Some people are forced from their homes.

We’ve worked mighty hard for that money

We pay every year to the Feds

We don’t want it paying for warfare

We could all have drug care instead.

Bring back, bring back

Oh bring back those taxes to here

Bring back, bring back

Then all of us Grannies will cheer.

Authors: Jane Hare and Vicki Ryder