Money lyrics

Artist  : Velvet Revolver 
Song : Money



 Send "Money" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   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
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 raise it's
no surprise that they're 

giving 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 a

bruising!"

"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 asking

why he wasn't coming up on
freely, after I was yelling and

screaming
and telling him why he wasn't coming up on
freely.

It came as a heavy blow, but we
sorted the matter out"