Money Shot
Maynard James Keenan
Boulders to rocks, gravel to sand
Leaving you nothing but beaches
You used to move mountains
A wave of your hand
Now you just finger the peace, and now
Here it comes, here it
Here comes, here it here it
Here it come, here it
Here comes, hear it hear it comes
Here it comes, here it
Here comes, hear it
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
Finger
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
Finger
Bang away
Money shot your load
Forest for trees, pounding timber to dust
Tipping your way to confusion
You used to be driven by mission and lust
Now it’s just all compensation