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 - Come 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, 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.