Listen to my story
Got two tales to tell
One of fallen glory
One of vanity
The world's roof was raging
but we were looking fine
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine
Wisdom was a teapot
Pouring from above
Desolation angels
Served it up with Love
Ignitin'(g strife) like every form of light
Then moved by bold design
Slid in that thing and it grew wings
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine
It was Blood shining in the Sun
First: Freedom!
Speeding the american claim:
Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom!
China was the tempest
(And) Madness overflowed
(The) Lama was a young man
And (he) watched his world in flames
Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds
It was a cryin'(g) shame
Another lost horizon
Tibet the fallen star
Wisdom and compassion Crushed
in the land of Shangri-La
But in the land of the Impala, honey, well
We were lookin' Fine
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine
It was the best of times
it's (was) the worst of times
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine
Nineteen-Fifty-Nine
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It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
(In) Nineteen-Fifty-Nine
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