Lyrics:

Shut the door
Shut your suitcase and come along
We can't carry on like this
Money, money
(Eh) I don't care about it
I want to live to be old
To fly in the sky over the town
I would kill myself rather than give in

So, with my music I can be free
And I'd give anything to be free
So with my madness I can believe
And I'd give anything to believe

Nothing ever
Happens in this quiet land
And my work is very foolish
Money, money
(Eh) I don't care about it
I want to live to be old
To fly in the sky over the town
I would kill myself rather than give in

So, with my music I can be free
And I'd give anything to be free
So with my madness I can believe
And I'd give anything to believe