Breathe In The Air lyrics

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good 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 traveling 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 raise it`s no surprise that they`re
giving none away.
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