A D E A D E A Stick up your hands you must stand and deliver my stomach's empty my clothes are all tornD E A D E G Open your hearts to the joys of the giver only your pockets are terribly wornA D E A D E A This is a holdup no way to mistake it we're men of violence so don't fool aroundD E A D E G If you have money we're goin' to take it you try and stop us you'll end underground [Chorus]D Bm When we get your money we'll ride towards the sunsetF#m G A At Rosa’s Canteen we'll stop by the doorD Bm We'll spend all your money just gettin' the nose wetF#m G E Tomorrow evenin' we'll be back for more [Verse]A D E A D E A So hand us the money don't stand there and shiver tax time is comin' give alms to the poorD E A D E G Or I’ll put a bullet right through your best liver wealth is disease and I am the cure [Instrumental Verse] [Chorus]D Bm When we get your money we'll ride towards the sunsetF#m G A At Rosa’s Canteen we'll stop by the doorD Bm We'll spend all your money just gettin' the nose wetF#m G E Tomorrow evenin' we'll be back for more [Verse]A D E A D E A So hand us the money don't stand there and shiver tax time is comin' give alms to the poorD E A D E G Or I’ll put a bullet right through your best liver wealth is disease and I am the cure
The Holdup
David Bromberg
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