In order to prevent time from tearing at full speed
And one day, from chasing the other,
He'd commit the abhorred clock
to the flames... to the flames...
And then he'd strike himself in the face with all his might,
Smoothing wrinkles away with marrowbones, -
hark! The course of history's gonna reverse,
Tell it
to everybody!
And you'd better stop fidgeting, uh-huh,
You can wink at me though
with Morse Code!
We'll feign that
The Iron Curtain
has been thrown to the dogs.
He'll blow up the frantic haste
And will discourage it with his own aureole!
Elvis will release some new songs!
(Don't be lost in day-dreams dupe...)
He'll clasp tearful beggars to his bosom -
And then he'll say, see that eternal flame...
The course of history's gonna reverse,
Tell it
to everybody!