The Flaming Lips, Henry Rollins - Money lyrics

Money, get away
Get a good job with more 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 hi-fidelity first
Class travelling set
And 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 rise
It's no surprise that they're
Giving none away

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