The radio says You´re all flesh and blood And you´re all by yourself On a mountain top With a golden spoon And a bright red arrow And you're shooting right through This mighty black wall
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
A storm will arise But you must not worry Such a pleasant surprise That you´re more than divine But don´t waste your faith On a hand full of pennies But ground yourself The almighty black soul
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?