I need you, Emma Waltz
Like the smelling salts
Beer at discount
F*ck the bars
F*ck 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
F*ck 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?