Money (feat. Henry Rollins)

Money, get away

Get a good job with good 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

Oh yeah

Money get back

I'm all right, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack

Money, yeah yeah, it's a hit

Don't give me that do goody good bullshit

I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set

And I think I need a Lear jet

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Money, it's a crime

Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie

Money, yeah yeah yeah, so they say

Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for pay rise, it's no surprise that they're giving

None away

Away, away, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Away, oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, I was in the right

Yes, absolutely in the right

I certainly was in the right

You was definitely in the right

That geezer was cruising for a bruising

Yeah

Why does anyone do anything?

I don't know, I was really drunk at the time

I was just telling him he could get it in number two

He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely

After I was yelling and screaming and telling him

Why he wasn't coming up on freely

It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out