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 !