Money (IDEM) Songtext
von Pink Floyd

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you′re okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash in 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, but 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 LearJet

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 giving none away
Away, away-ay, away
Away, away, away away