Salmon came to my door
Gave good snack and a sack
Said: Now go! Rock-and-Roll!!!
And looked sadly at my back.

I"m free of chains,
Have no aims.
Nothing holds me in this world.
Heavy chains were my vains,
To get more and carry on...  

Little fish was just a wish
To get freedom, touch white clouds
Where happy little sprats 
Dance all night in moony oil...
In something kind of gangsta requiem.
And it"s a pleasure just to stroke them!

My chains of silver (and some gold) -
They safely kept my soul
So close to soil.
But sparkling Space above
Just calls me up!
My body was an everyday"s makeup.
It"s time to wash it down
And moove on.