Thank you very much.I'm gonna practice my sorrowIn a suitcase that you get inI'll resign tomorrowThen we're gonna get awayAnd I will ask for moneyFor the suitcase full of sorrowThen we'll leave my honeyFor the land of castawaysLand of milk and honeyWith your lack of stinking carsLand with lack of moneyWhere you still can see the starsLand with lack of moneyWith your lack of roadsYou can see the roof of dreamsLovely antipodeOf everything I hated hereOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-oohsites.Oh, oh, oh, oh
