Prologue (One First Of April) Lyrics

This Is A Story, It?s Not Fantasy Let Up To Us To Relate One First Of April, Some Years Ago Striver Steps Out Of His House Springtime Sun Is Shining Down On The City He Has To Take The Subway, Oh What A Pity Puffing Publicity On Every Wall Proclaiming The Best Way Of Life It?s Squandermania, It Is A Creed You Must Believe Unreserved Striver?s Mind Is Somewhere Else In The Office He Does Not Yet Know That He Will Be Flied Away Life?s A Gallop When You Play The Game It?s Oppressing When You?re Being Screwed Got To Learn It, So We?ll Tell You Now It?ll Be The Day To File You Away When Somebody Else Meets Your Soul Don?t Be Ashamed, You?re Not To Blame It?s Gonna Come To All Of Us Hey Mister Striver, You?re All Alone Down In The Dark Le Jeu S?en Fait Et Rien Ne Va Plus Now Are You Prepared ? Prepared To Leave Your Presence It?s Just A Habit Of Convenience To Keep The Old World Turning We Mankind Still Are Learning It Happened To Charlemagne As Well As Monsieur Charles De Gaulle And It Will Happen To You Don?t Worry You Are Not Alone But If You Are Not Willing You?ll Have To Be !