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  • 作曲 : George Roger Waters
    Money, get away
    You 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 alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
    Money, it's a hit
    Ah, 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
    Lear jet
    Welcome to hell
    I'm sorry, I'll read that again
    Welcome to rooftops
    I'm sorry, I'll read that again
    Welcome to the starlight room
    I'm sorry, I'll read that again
    Welcome to the underworld
    And now, for tonight's main event
    The heavyweight
    Close swaddled in the cloying folds of fat
    For heavyweight
    Squats freak fearful on his stool
    And through toad lids he squints his vision of the world
    The gray parade of waiters and trade is retinue of course
    Seconds thirds and fourths
    Clean tick-like to his skin
    The bell sounds in the corner of the ring a fresh contender for his crown
    Puts out his pale hand to shake before the bout
    Champion blinks his sticky tongue swallowing greed
    With cuprous speed snakes out
    It's lights out for the kid, his grace and wit
    In that split second plucked sucked dissolved reduced petty bulk digested shit
    The champ well satisfied adjusts his sumo backside on the stool
    Draws 'round his clock breaks wind out loud
    The crowd howls it's approval
    But in the shadow of the Ring with cloven hoof and a crooked grin
    The devil pats the briefcase that holds the Faustian Pact
    He smiles
    Enjoys his little joke
    Because he knows the Champion's cloak is but a shroud in fact
    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
    Giving none away
    How much you givin' away?
    Uh
    None
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : George Roger Waters
    [00:16.872]Money, get away
    [00:24.397]You get a good job with more pay, and you're okay
    [00:33.605]Money, it's a gas
    [00:41.631]Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
    [00:50.369]New car, caviar, four-star daydream
    [00:55.135]Think I'll buy me a football team
    [01:06.922]Money, get back
    [01:14.449]I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
    [01:23.488]Money, it's a hit
    [01:31.013]Ah, don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit
    [01:38.207]I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
    [01:45.836]And I think I need a Lear jet
    [01:51.605]Lear jet
    [02:04.061]Welcome to hell
    [02:13.091]I'm sorry, I'll read that again
    [02:18.610]Welcome to rooftops
    [02:31.588]I'm sorry, I'll read that again
    [02:35.095]Welcome to the starlight room
    [02:51.644]I'm sorry, I'll read that again
    [02:57.915]Welcome to the underworld
    [03:04.190]And now, for tonight's main event
    [03:10.711]The heavyweight
    [03:16.481]Close swaddled in the cloying folds of fat
    [03:19.669]For heavyweight
    [03:21.673]Squats freak fearful on his stool
    [03:26.826]And through toad lids he squints his vision of the world
    [03:34.483]The gray parade of waiters and trade is retinue of course
    [03:40.508]Seconds thirds and fourths
    [03:43.514]Clean tick-like to his skin
    [03:52.661]The bell sounds in the corner of the ring a fresh contender for his crown
    [04:00.626]Puts out his pale hand to shake before the bout
    [04:09.657]Champion blinks his sticky tongue swallowing greed
    [04:15.929]With cuprous speed snakes out
    [04:27.219]It's lights out for the kid, his grace and wit
    [04:31.230]In that split second plucked sucked dissolved reduced petty bulk digested shit
    [04:44.023]The champ well satisfied adjusts his sumo backside on the stool
    [04:52.549]Draws 'round his clock breaks wind out loud
    [04:59.073]The crowd howls it's approval
    [05:09.913]But in the shadow of the Ring with cloven hoof and a crooked grin
    [05:17.943]The devil pats the briefcase that holds the Faustian Pact
    [05:25.856]He smiles
    [05:28.111]Enjoys his little joke
    [05:34.828]Because he knows the Champion's cloak is but a shroud in fact
    [05:58.403]Money, it's a crime
    [06:06.682]Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie
    [06:14.959]Money, so they say
    [06:21.974]Is the root of all evil today
    [06:31.223]But if you ask for a rise, it's no surprise
    [06:36.490]That they're giving none away
    [06:40.622]Away
    [06:42.582]Giving none away
    [07:02.598]How much you givin' away?
    [07:08.945]Uh
    [07:14.212]None