text: He hath come to the bosom of his beloved
  Smiling on him, she beareth him to highest heavn
  With yearning heart
  On thee we gaze, O gold-wingd messenger of mighty Gods
  Goldwing angel
  Go home, dont tell
  Anyone what you are
  Youre sacred and theyre starved
  And their art is gettin dark
  And there you are to tear apart
  Tear apart, tear apart, tear apart
  You better keep your head down-down
  Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
  Better keep your head down-down
  Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
  Theyre gonna tell you what you wanna hear
  Then theyre gonna disappear
  Gonna claim you like a souvenir
  Just to sell you in a year
  You better keep your head down-down
  Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
  Keep your head down-down 
  Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
  Better keep your head down-down
  Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
  Keep your head down-down
  Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
  Thats good!