"Money" Songtext
von Velvet Revolver

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 alright, Jack, keep your hands off my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don′t give me that do-goody-good bullshit


I′m in the high-fidelity first class travelling 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 they′re giving none away

Away, away, away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away