I ran up the stairway to Heaven to enjoy the silence
I don't know why I'm losing my religion on a stormy monday

Do you feel like we do?
Insomnia at last, in the purple haze of a sandstorm

Whether you're Billie Jean walkin' on the sun
Or a secret agent man runnin' with the devil
Or even an American idiot wanting money for nothing,
You're still alive, so shine on you crazy diamond.
Don't worry; be happy. You won't get fooled again.
I'm never gonna give you up.

Now get busy, child.
Get back, back in black.
Play that funky music,
And let the good times roll.