Tom: A
A D E A D E A
Stick up your hands you must stand and deliver my stomach's empty my clothes are all torn
D E A D E G
Open your hearts to the joys of the giver only your pockets are terribly worn
A D E A D E A
This is a holdup no way to mistake it we're men of violence so don't fool around
D 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 sunset
F#m G A
At Rosa’s Canteen we'll stop by the door
D Bm
We'll spend all your money just gettin' the nose wet
F#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 poor
D 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 sunset
F#m G A
At Rosa’s Canteen we'll stop by the door
D Bm
We'll spend all your money just gettin' the nose wet
F#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 poor
D E A D E G
Or I’ll put a bullet right through your best liver wealth is disease and I am the cure
