Velvet Revolver - Money Lyrics
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.Money, get back.I'm all right 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 setAnd 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 sayIs the root of all evil today.But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they'regiving none away."HuHuh! 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 abruising!""Yeah!""Why does anyone do anything?""I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!""I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was askingwhy he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling andscreaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
