seq. by V.J. Miele

Money,
Ya get away,
ya get a good job with more pay and you're be O. K./
Money,
It's a gas,
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, fourstar daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team./
Money, you get back.
I'm all right, Jack,
Keep your hands off a my stack./
Money,
It's a hit.
But don't give me that do 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 that they're giving none away, away, away./
Us and them
And after all we're only ordinary men,
Me and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do./
"Forward", he cried, from the rear
And the front rank died,
The General sat
And the lines on the map moved from side to side,/
Black and blue
And who knows which is which
And who is who.
Up and down
And in the end it's only 'round and 'round/
"Haven't you heard?
It's a battle of words,"
the poster bearer cried.
"List en, son," said the man with the gun,
"There's room for you inside,"/
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?/
Out of the way, it's a busy day,
I've got things on my mind,
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died./
The lunatic is on the grass,
The lunatic is on the grass,
rememb'ring games
And daisy chains and laughs,
Got to keep the loonies on the path./
The lunatic is on the hall,
The lunatics are in my hall,
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor,
And ev'ry day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon,
And if there is no room upon the hill.
And if your head explodes with dark, forebodings, too,
I'll see you in the dark side of the moon./
The lunatic is in my head,
The lunatic is in my head,
You raise the blade, you make the change,
You rearrange me till I'm sane.
You lock the door,
And throw away the key,
There's someone in my head, but it's not me./
And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playin' diff'rent tunes,
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon./
All that you touch,
And all that you see,
All that you taste,
All you feel,/
And all that you love,
And all that you hate,
All you distrust,
All you save,/
And all that you give,
And all that you deal,
And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal./
And all you create.
And all you destroy,
And all that you do,
And all that you say./
And all that you eat,
And ev'ryone you meet,
And all that you slight,
And ev'ryone you fight./
And all that is now,
And all that is gone,
And all that's to come,
And ev'rything under the sun is in tune,
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon./

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