Money (Live June 2000)

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

Well, it's a hit

Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit

I'm in the high-fidelity first-class travelling set

Think I need a Lear jet

A Lear jet, hmmm

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 swallowing 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 they're giving none away

Away

Giving none away

Giving none away

(How much ya givin' away?)

Uh.... none

Nuffin'