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Dancing With The Angels

When I was just a lad in lederhosen, my Momma said to me,
I'm sorry to tell you, this life is a Hell you must suffer 'til death sets you free.

I started to cry. Momma took out her handkerchief, swatted away my tears and said, "Stop it!"
She was not a warm person.
She said, Liebchen,
You have to tough it out.
But if you're faithful and devout,
In the end, I promise you, it gets better!

When the Good Lord comes and he takes your hand,
You're on your way to Dancing With The Angels!
When you hear the sound of the heavenly band,
The music will wash all your cares away.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
As your remains crumble into the earthly crust,
Your soul will spread its wings and take off to Heaven,
And then you will be Dancing With The Angels!

I said, "Momma, you make me so happy! I can not wait to dance with the angels!"
And I thought to myself,

When I grow up and become a man,
I'd like to help the people dance with the angels.
If I work real hard, I know I can
Find a way to end their mortal strife!
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
If I can hurry things along, you know I must!
When I grow up and become a man,
I help the people dance with the angels.

And so I grew up.
Like my father before me, I worked in the mine.
Herr Gruber was lead engineer.
When the coal dust ignited, I got so excited -
My calling was suddenly clear!

When I heard the boom and I saw the flash,
I knew Herr Gruber was DancingWith The Angels.
Hmmm ...
If I could make the boom, and I could make the flash,
At last I can fulfill my destiny!
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
If the bang's not big enough, ... I can adjust.
When I make the boom and I make the flash,
I get to choose who Dances With The Angels!

So I studied black powder and dynamite, too,
And bottles of nitro, and gelignite goo,
And ways to explode them without losing fingers.
You know I created some real humdingers!

My first, he was a general.
My second was a priest.
Before too long, three judges and a jury were deceased.
Four cousins of tsar Nicholas,
Five cossacks with their wives,
My work today, in summary,
Sixty-seven lives!

So, facing sixty-eight today, you ask me am I done yet?
The only question which I ask myself,
"Are we having fun yet?"
Yes, I think so!

Each time I hear the boom and I see the flash,
I know another soul is Dancing With The Angels!
When the world goes "Bang!" and the world goes "Crash!",
Saint Peter has to open up the gate!
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
When it's mayhem you want, Winkelkopf's the name you trust!
When I make the boom and I make the flash,
I know another soul is dancing...
And another soul is dancing...

Everybody's Dancing With The Angels!