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