David Bromberg - The Holdup (live) lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] Stick up your hands You must stand and deliver My stomach's empty My clothes are all torn Open your hearts to the joys of the giver Only your pockets are terribly worn This is a holdup No way to mistake it We're men of violence So don't fool around If you have money We're going to take it You try and stop us You'll end underground When we get your money We'll ride towards the sunset At Rosa's Canteen We'll stop by the door We'll spend all your money Just getting the nose wet Tomorrow evening We'll be back for more So hand us the money Don't stand there and shiver Tax time is coming Give alms to the poor Or I'll put a bullet right through your best liver Wealth is disease And I am the cure [Instrumental Bridge] When we get your money We'll ride towards the sunset At Rosa's Canteen We'll stop by the door We'll spend all your money Just getting the nose wet Tomorrow evening We'll be back for more So hand us the money Don't stand there and shiver Tax time is coming Give alms to the poor Or I'll put a bullet right through your best liver Wealth is disease And I am the cure [Instrumental Outro]