錢，我要很多很多，你問我要錢來做什麼

錢某程度上等於選擇，
沒有錢，我只能選最不花錢的
錢就是自由的資本
因為有錢，當我或者我愛的人有難時，我都能解決
錢解決倒的問題不是問題，如果要很多很多錢才能解決的問題又算不算是問題？
沒有錢，就算我向人跪地，哭得呼天搶地，朋友幫得到的有限，到頭來救得了我的可能都只有我自己

錢錢錢
我要把幾多的自我換掉才得富有？
猶記得當年的我是多麼清高，認為成人們為錢勞碌一生是”庸俗”
當年的我對錢不俏一顧，原來因為未曾試過飢餓無瓦遮陰的感覺，一切只因無知
原來現實對人的壓迫可以使人的價值觀扭曲，連人生目標也改變

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air to a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
Have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.