Prologue - Birth Control

This is a story, it’s not fantasy

Left 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 filed 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