Shut the door

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 anithing 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 anithing to believe.