Japanese John, his slight face fur Still just as confused still just as sure He's still just as charming, points out the view As he hands your wage to you Don't you break it Or they'll take it
Who makes your money Who thinks they might Who's gonna be there to take the fight Some try to relax Some try to know Some try to get there with no place to go No place to go Who makes your money Oh they take it
When all is quiet and on your own And all your love, there it goes It's come to hate With everything you call And now your back Is against the wall Who makes your money