متن آهنگ Money - 2011 Remastered Version از Pink Floyd

متن آهنگ Money - 2011 Remastered Version از Pink Floyd

Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four-star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money, get back I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack Money, it's a hit Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet Money, it's a crime Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie Money, so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise That they're giving none away Away, away, away Away, away, away I was in the right Yes, absolutely in the right I certainly was in the right I was definitely in the right, geezer was cruising for a bruising Why does anyone do anything? Yeah Why does anyone do anything? I don't know, I was really drunk at the time I was just telling him it was in, he couldn't get into number two He was asking why it wasn't coming up on fader eleven So after our yelling and screaming I'm telling him why it wasn't coming on fader eleven