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' 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
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' shame
Another lost horizon
Tibet the fallen star
Wisdom and compassion Crushed
in the land of Shangr 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 the worst of times
In 1959 1959 1959
1959 1959 1959 1959
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
In Nineteen Fifty Nine