Texty: Alphaville. Prostitute. Iron John.

(Lyrics: Gold-Rudy Nielson / Music: Lloyd-Gold-Echolette)

If you open up the cage
You will hurt yourself
The king said it's forbidden
Or you may get hell
But the prisoner lets you know
Where to find the key
Under her satin pillow
Yes, there it has to be
Modesty is fine but it doesn't take you very far
When you make your decision
Don't be afraid of the dark
Longing for the golden ball
That it will be yours for keeps
Be sure about it as you saw
So shall you reap
Lets take a ride on Iron John's shoulders
He has more gold than anybody in this world
Lets tak a ride, hey-ho on Iron John
He has more gold
Than anybody in this world
Jump on the train to nowhere
From now on you are free
After rising from the ashes
You'll become a mystery
Too many of those strange injections,
Too many gazes at the sun
The lady says, well that's the business,
Running after No.1
For all their childish daydreams
You caught their falling stars
Just for the cheapest contracts
You signed your autograph
And if you started much too early,
Therefore you stopped too late
Make sure no one can stop you now,
Here comes the ultimate
He will be with you, he will be there
When you call out the magic words..