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