Roger Waters - Money (Official Lyric Video, DSOTM REDUX)

The Dark Side of the Moon Redux, full album out October 6th. Now available for pre-order on double LP, CD, download and with exclusive bundles in the official store: First track ‘Money’ is available to stream now: Roger Waters – Vocals Gus Seyffert – Bass, Guitar, Percussion, Keys, Synth Joey Waronker – Drums Jonathan Wilson – Guitar Johnny Shepherd – Organ Via Mardot – Theremin Gabe Noel – String Arrangements, Strings LYRICS: 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 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 travelling set And I think I need a 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 The Heavyweight squats Freak fearful on his stool And through toad lids He squints his vision of the world The grey parade of waiters trade His retinue, of course Seconds, thirds, and fourths Cling, 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 The champion blinks His sticky tongue Swollen in greed With cobra speed Snakes out It’s lights out for the kid His grace and wit, in that split second Plucked, sucked, dissolved Reduced to petty bulk Digested Shit The champ, well satisfied Adjusts his sumo backside on the stool Draws ‘round his cloak, breaks wind, out loud The crowd howls its 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 Giving none away How much ya givin’ away? Uh…none. Nuffin’. _____ Official Website: Listen to Roger Waters on your favorite platform: Follow Roger Waters on Social Media: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: Subscribe to Roger Waters’ Channel: #RogerWaters