Angel: Stefano Zarelli he's an angel in the making
And he's going straight to Heaven like me

Devil: Well that's not what I've heard and as a Devil I can say the word's
That Stefano's as rotten as can be

Angel: Well he's a man of the world, Milano, California, Switzerland, Vienna, Japan

Devil: Yeah he'll go anywhere the girls can be persuaded
To have [*ðñ×ç¯÷×í&!] sex with a man

Everyone's just a mess of contradictions
And we all write fictions each day
Angels and devils are the images we use
But they don't mean shit, they just hide the truth away

Why not learn to love your contradictions
Why not live your life to the full?
Love the snake beneath the flowers
Cos together they're the power
Of the contradictory beauty of you!

Angel: Well he loves Woody Allen and he loves a bossa nova
And he cooks a pretty good pasta sauce
Devil: Woody Allen, exactly, and the sauce is pretty spicy
Stefano Zarelli's soul is lost
Angel: He loves warm places like tropical hothouses
There's an orchestra that plays in his head
Devil: Yeah he loves warm places, like saunas and Hades
And between the legs of every redhead

Stefano Zarelli's just a mass of contradictions
Like Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde
Angels and devils are the images we use
But they don't mean shit, they just rule and divide

Why not learn to love your contradictions
Why not live your life to the full?
Love the snake beneath the flowers
Cos together they're the power
Of the contradictory beauty of you!

Your whole life is a mass of contradictions
And you mix up fiction with truth
Love the flowers and the force
Cos together they're the source
Of the power and the beauty of you!