Pink Floyd

Money

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
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 of my stack
Money it's a hit
Don't give me that 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
They're giving none away.

The Hero's Return
Jesus Jesus what's it all about
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
When I was their age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angles one five
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie

Sweetheart, sweetheart, are you fast asleep, good
'Cos that's the only time that I can really talk to you
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day

When we came back from the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyones door
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang
But burning in my heart
My memory smoulders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom