Flying.
Flying through the night.
And it’s a dark one.
Yeah, it’s a dark night.
But I know that when the moon goes down the sun comes up and,
Fight! Fight! Fighting for your life.
Is revenge as sweet as at first you might imagine?
Tune in, turn up too late,
This is a broken earth.
And you’ll know, you’ll know that,
We will never fold.
We will just grow old,
Like a tree. Like a tree.

Oh, money.
Money grows on trees,
A plentiful supply,
But we will never get it,
And I don’t know why.
Who has the right to own a tree like this?
And where does the money go?

Every man must answer (E.M.M.A.)
To his name (E.M.M.A.)
Emma (E.M.M.A.)
Every man must answer.

Oh, vroom, as I fly away,
A crunch as Alice slips.
The big-nosed puppet needs no strings,
The fish it knows no wrong,
Oh, what does all this mean?
What use is a dog’s nose without a brain?
A useful appliance, a useless appliance.
And turn the key!
Turn the key!
It goes so easily.
It knows it’s not expected of much more.
Oh, I'm not pushing my luck,
I have no luck to push.
We should have a register,
Let’s have a global register,
Where every man must answer to his name.

Oh, money.
Money grows on trees,
A plentiful supply,
But we will never get it,
And I don’t know why.
Who has the right to own a tree like this?
And where does the money go?

Every man must answer (E.M.M.A.)
To his name (E.M.M.A.)
Emma (E.M.M.A.)
Every man must answer.

These are the remnants of a magnum opus,
A schoolboy vision of the world,
Under placebo effect.
With dreams unaccomplished,
A future unknown,
A past he’s not too proud of,
A present left alone.
Nostalgia can be,
A mistress so cruel,
Where does the time go?
Red and black. Red and black,
Colours I don't want to lack.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
We should have a register,
Let’s have a global register,
Where every man must answer to his name.

Oh, money.
Money grows on trees,
A plentiful supply,
But we will never get it,
And I don’t know why.
Who has the right to own a tree like this?
And where does the money go?
Every man must answer (E.M.M.A.)
To his name (E.M.M.A.)
Emma (E.M.M.A.)
Every man must answer.


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