1. Feeling ugly, looking pretty;
Yellow ribbon, black graffiti
Word is written, bond is broken,
No big secret left unspoken.
Sun is painted in the corner,
But it's never getting warmer;
All the lies they keep on selling,
But you never check the spelling

Refrain:
Flying bullets
Hit the targets,
Wings and halos
Five to seven;
In this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven;
Flying bullets
Hit the targets,
Wings and halos
Five to seven;
In this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven

2. Time is running, we are sitting,
Back together just for splitting,
You are crying in the corner,
Always next and never former.
Open up and let me hear it,
Former body, future spirit,
Brain is useless, chair is rocking —
Open doors for dead man walking.

Refrain.