I need you, Emma Waltz
Like the smelling salts
Beer at discount
Fuck the bars
Fuck the clubs
Money is just creatures pictured on paper
Nothing more, nothing less
Fear of the future as a habit
If you chase two rabbits
You will not catch either one
Where is the regard I deserve
And a great bottle of wine
In a luxury restaurant?
And I say
Fuck the pubs
And private clubs
Be content with what you have in the fridge
And build a reliable bridge
From today to tomorrow
I need you, Emma Waltz
I want you to dance with me
Count with me 1, 2, 3
Window overlooking the ancient street
Wind blows so hard and sweeps someone off his feet
And I grew up in this shit
And I'm totally stuck with this shit
And I will live with this shit
But I'm not gonna suffer defeat
How many times should I repeat?
