Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
1957 was the year when sputnik flied (like an angel)
the era where young presidents died
the time when musicians thought
they could change the world.

under atomic skies

could I be content with the things I lack?
could I be content with the things I have?
i'm suck a malcontent
i'll never be content

this was the century when young boys died
like lemmings.
when science reigned supreme
and gods prayed
when everything was possible
but left undone
1957 was the year when sputnik flied (like an angel)   the era where young presidents died   the time when musicians thought   they could change the world.      under atomic skies      could I be content with the things I lack?   could I be content with the things I have?   i'm suck a malcontent   i'll never be content      this was the century when young boys died   like lemmings.   when science reigned supreme   and gods prayed   when everything was possible   but left undone