Tax Burden Soul Cry (Sixteen Point Five)

My heart is breakin’, Bears, as you roll away, Hammond callin’ with that sweet fiscal play. We loved you fierce through every losing season, But the tax man’s feast is the only reason. Decades of promises, never keepin’ none, Urban decay spreadin’ under the gun. Rubes in Indiana got the money to spend, Full package ready, no Chicago pretend. While our state bleeds out from the way we offend, ’Cause the tax burden’s sixteen point five percent… The tax burden’s sixteen point five percent… The tax burden’s sixteen point five percent… Highest in the nation, Lord, it’s our lament. Property taxes crushin’ every homeowner’s dream, Economy fleein’ like a broken team. Excuses flow like the river in spring, But the Bears see the truth and they spread their wings.