Money is a critique of capitalism and greed, serving as one of the key tracks from Pink Floyds 1973 album The Dark Side of the Moon. The track is notable for its innovative use of sound effects and its unusual time signature. The album as a whole explores themes such as greed, time, death, and madness. Brain Damage and Eclipse conclude the album, reflecting on insanity and the unity of human experience, respectively.
Money ----- Money, get away. Get a good job with more pay and you're okay. 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. I'm in the high-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. But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.
Us, and them G/D D (A/D) (D) A/D 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 and round. "Haven't you heard? It's a battle of words" the poster bearer cried. "Listen 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 the want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died. Any Colour You Like Dm7 G (G7sus4) (G7) Brain Damage ------------
The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every 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 on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head. (laughter) The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange 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 playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Eclipse 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 everyone you meet And all that you slight and everyone you fight And all that is now, and all that is gone All that's to come, and everything under The sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon