Nhạc sĩ: John Mayall
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
�I'm tired of workin' for the crooked sceneI'm talkin' bout the taxman, makin' sure they meanOh, where's your money? Where'd you make your name?If you see no taxman, what's the point of fame?Don't you steal an arm-o-meterDon't be stealin' arm-o-meterEvery time I have money, I wanna pay my debtBut it's in my pocket, save it for me againIf you see no taxman, give me a breakI've tried to keep it, some of what I makeDon't you steal an arm-o-meterPlease don't be stealin' arm-o-meterHey!��Enemies of inflation all around the landStealin' off us workers, I gotta make a standHoldin' on to my money, when you come aroundIt may be a dollar, it may be a poundDon't you steal an arm-o-meterDon't be stealin' arm-o-meter��
