I'm longing for some space
I'm longing for the place
I'm longing for the days,
Where you start listening to me

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I hide
Sometimes I buy a holiday
In seven heavenly skies

You think you're free
But the breed has got you
You think you're free
But the need has got you
You think you need the breed of greed, [bad word] my world
With the breed that's got you
 [bad word] 
Heaven is a place I long to go
Has a face when I see you
Is a [bad word] in seven skies
Tell me [bad word] not holy lies

Show me the world of peace
Show me what I can't see
Show me that place and face your
Breed of Greed

My mind is shaded blue,
I don't know what to do,
Shall I just leave or is there
Anything left to do

You think you're free
But the breed has got you
You think you're free
But the need has got you
You think you need the breed of greed, [bad word] my world
With the breed that's got you
 [bad word]