Give me Beethoven or give me death! 
Give me Beethoven or give me death! 
Give me Beethoven, give me some air... 
Give me Beethoven... 
Give me Beethoven or give me death! 
Fasten your seatbelts hold your breath 
I don't wanna think about watery graves 
Blow me away on the turbulent waves 
Earphone chatline to the creator 
Keep this plane up a few hours later 
The C-60 cycles the number five 
Across the air as we wave goodbye 
Give me Beethoven or give me death! 
To having any destiny control 
A new sense of fear with a love of the old 
Being able to gain from a shaking plane 
A proximity to death and maybe living again 
In musical form! 
Unconsidered before! 
Well that's quite a lofty ambition kid 
To be shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did! 
Shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did! 
Shaking up the aerospine 
But while the neighbours, unattached 
To Ludwig Van, were unrelaxed 
By thoughts of turbulence making cracks 
In their temporary home - temporary home 
Me! I was gone... despatched - despatched 
Give me Beethoven or give me death! 
To the flights of fancy nightmare edged 
That grasping strings, leap from the ledge 
And punctuating air with fists 
Like orchestrated masochists 
Cry "Freedom from all rational fear!" 
And hit the waves prepared to dive 
For what goes reaching down as deep 
As that which takes us all so high? 
So high - so high - high 
Give me Beethoven or give me death!