Lyrics Money - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018 - Roger Waters

Well, I guess one of the reasons I′m here today
Is to tell you
I won, I won
And the other thing is chaos, it's zero chaos
To be ironic, this is a fine-tuned machine
I won, I won (this is a fine-tuned machine)
The news is fake
I won, I won (this is a fine-tuned machine)
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
I won, I won
Money
Get back
But I′m all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack
Money
It′s a hit
But don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I′m in the high-fidelity, first class, travelling set
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 raise
It's no surprise that they′re giving none away
Away (away), away (away), away (away), away
Away (away), away (away), away (away) away
Yes absolutely he was right
I accept that he was in the right
He was definitely right, I guess you were cruisin' for a bruisin'
Down in the dumps for feckin′ ages
Definitely came at the right occasion
Stickin′ up
I was in the right
Yes, absolutely right
I don't know, I was really drunk at the time (yeah)