This Is A Story, Its 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 Its Squandermania, It Is A Creed You Must Believe Unreserved Strivers Mind Is Somewhere Else In The Office He Does Not Yet Know That He Will Be Flied Away Lifes A Gallop When You Play The Game Its Oppressing When Youre Being Screwed Got To Learn It, So Well Tell You Now Itll Be The Day To File You Away When Somebody Else Meets Your Soul Dont Be Ashamed, Youre Not To Blame Its Gonna Come To All Of Us Hey Mister Striver, Youre All Alone Down In The Dark Le Jeu Sen Fait Et Rien Ne Va Plus Now Are You Prepared ? Prepared To Leave Your Presence Its 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 Dont Worry You Are Not Alone But If You Are Not Willing Youll Have To Be ! Lifes A Gallop When You Play The Game Its Oppressing When Youre Being Screwed Got To Learn It, So Well Tell You Now Itll Be The Day To File You Away When Somebody Else Meets Your Soul Dont Be Ashamed, Youre Not To Blame Its Gonna Come To All Of Us See Mister Striver, Seems Quite Upset Just Cant Believe Oh What In Hell Is Happening ? It Seems To Be A Strange Thing An Icy Voice Had Spoken Out Of The Dark As Black As Pitch Why Should It Be His Turn Now Why Him, Why Him, Why To Him ? He Gets Out Of The Door Of His Nonsmoking Compartment Nervously, Violently Hurrying Along The Subterranean Metal There Seems To Be A Duct Leading Upwards Towards A Small Light A Flight Of Winding Stairs An Iron Door A Pa**age Another Door Daylight People !