Thank you very much.
I'm gonna practice my sorrow
In a suitcase that you get in
I'll resign tomorrow
Then we're gonna get away
And I will ask for money
For the suitcase full of sorrow
Then we'll leave my honey
For the land of castaways
Land of milk and honey
With your lack of stinking cars
Land with lack of money
Where you still can see the stars
Land with lack of money
With your lack of roads
You can see the roof of dreams
Lovely antipode
Of everything I hated here
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
sites.


Oh, oh, oh, oh