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?
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
Don′t waste your faith
On a hand full of pennies
But ground yourself
The almighty black soul
Who are you?