It was irom monkey It was thunderball He had hands like hammers So that was Ali, Ali the child You`ve never stayed there... Blow after blow And watch you face, watch your face Stand up and run away! Watch your face, watch your face 2x Controlled way to heaven controlled way of television star... Brain changed by money And why not, so why not? Destroy them and force them To call you their God Yeah... First line sliders scream: “Ali, cut his face!!!” You must obey them You must do what they want Women close their eyes With their handkerchieves But leave crevice to watch At least little piece Of blood! Controlled way to heaven... Ali the child