Now, the sands are running out slowly
As he runs along the living crowded street
He's just like a house on fire
Magnetized by the old mansion on the hill
It seems somebody's waiting there for him
Looks like a movie house
He'll be the only one to see the show
To tell him what could be
Lights are dimmed by hands unseen
His face appears on the screen
First blurred
Then clearly
Now the film of life will show
What you never realized until you got your call
Life is just a lucky chance
As long as you take time to take care of your soul
First, there is a scene from his childhood
Then his face, covered with measles everywhere
Yes, he really can remember
Lightly off, barely escaping polio
That happened when he was a little boy
But he could see it now
Talk of the devil and he will appear
To tell you what might be
Film fate of him, you or me
The back door possibility
First blurred
Then clearly
As the film of life goes on
You can see acts you've played but did not realize
Showing it is touch-and-go
With our lives sometimes but we don't think of it
When that strange performance was over
Someone came, his name was Mister Scheleton
He said:"You've been a bureaucratic man
Without a human trait
You have to die as your life's meaningless
Your own fault, so listen
I'll do a special with you
'Cause your train is long overdue
You will be
Surrendered
To the close-meshed nets of law
They always find a reason to put out a soul
Maybe health and life depend
On the regime you're in and on your attitude
As he runs along the living crowded street
He's just like a house on fire
Magnetized by the old mansion on the hill
It seems somebody's waiting there for him
Looks like a movie house
He'll be the only one to see the show
To tell him what could be
Lights are dimmed by hands unseen
His face appears on the screen
First blurred
Then clearly
Now the film of life will show
What you never realized until you got your call
Life is just a lucky chance
As long as you take time to take care of your soul
First, there is a scene from his childhood
Then his face, covered with measles everywhere
Yes, he really can remember
Lightly off, barely escaping polio
That happened when he was a little boy
But he could see it now
Talk of the devil and he will appear
To tell you what might be
Film fate of him, you or me
The back door possibility
First blurred
Then clearly
As the film of life goes on
You can see acts you've played but did not realize
Showing it is touch-and-go
With our lives sometimes but we don't think of it
When that strange performance was over
Someone came, his name was Mister Scheleton
He said:"You've been a bureaucratic man
Without a human trait
You have to die as your life's meaningless
Your own fault, so listen
I'll do a special with you
'Cause your train is long overdue
You will be
Surrendered
To the close-meshed nets of law
They always find a reason to put out a soul
Maybe health and life depend
On the regime you're in and on your attitude