It's always like this -
    Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain,
    Into my brain -
    And then waits for the spark.
    And I say to myself -
   [bad word] on now, do you really have to be that insane?
    Be that insane -
    Than off I go...

    Suppose I was made of steel,
    I'll find myself a magnet,
    And I'll call it your name,
    Call it your name
    And then paint it bright;
    And you'll destroy me with light,
    You'll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel -
    Your hands on my wheel;
    And then off I'll go.

    All in all - it's another step to heaven,
    And in heaven it's easy to see -
    It was the angel, that's calling me;
    It was the angel, and I just did what he said;
    It was the angel, and I'm satisfied;
    It was the angel, and I cried and I cried,
    And I tried and I tried,
    And I can't get you out of my head.