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?