Headswitch by Bruce Dickinson

What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God, tonight?
Joined at the hip to a million-volt switch of the light - alright
You want to find out what the planet's about?
Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky...

Your eyes are black as they see the red ball of the sun
And they're blind
Dribbling with come as the volts start to arc through your mind
Cruel, but it's kind

Like father, like son
Chop off the head, but the body lives on
Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky...

Like father, like son
Chop off the head and the body lives on
Heaven that made you has screwed you and laughed
Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky...