The radio says
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
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?