Answer 4

The Man in the Moon has a bullet in his eye
Might just be a French thing but I don't know how he's gonna cry
You tell me that it's real; you tell me that you want to fly
But you're doped up on emotion and you can't tell the Earth from the sky.

You've got a lot to answer for . . . So far . . . so   far . . .

Too much television makes my brain turn to stone 
I can do without disasters and vital operations in the corner of my room
You talk to me in riddles whilst I work my fingers to the bone
The only things I want exist within the walls of the castle that I call home.

You've got a lot to answer for . . . So far . . . so   far . . .

And now that you can't hide . . . no lie
I tell you that it's time, to say goodbye.