Letra de 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.