The song’s title is pretty self-explanatory.

PETE HAM
I had a head full of gold
I had a Beatle lift my soul
They took me and they put me on the stage
Until the apple split across the page

Oh, they’re stealing all the music from me
They’re leaving nothing left inside of me

I had a manager, “I’ll make yourich,”
He said before he pulled the switch
Now there’s nothing, I can’t take no more
Better in Heaven then weeping poor

Oh, they’re stealing all the music from me
They’re leaving nothing left inside of me

How could I know my trust, my faith
So soon betrayed
How could I see? You were so good, you were so good
Now I’m broken and bent
No money for rent
With a child on the way

Oh, they’re stealing all the music from me
They’re leaving nothing left inside of me