Twist of Fate

Do you recall
A night?
When escape was the dead last thing on your mind?
Does it ring
A bell?
When someone asks where you are, you shout out: Hell!
You took the apple from the garden,
Fed the seeds to your kin,
You look sickly pale under the moonlight—
But I'm not envious of the skin you're in;
Because that flesh won't be grooving tonight:

Do the Twist,
Of Fate.
You've been swinging on a live warhead as of late.
Do the Twist,
Of Fate.
Your conscious scrams for the door,
But your countrymen think you're great—
Boogie-woogie to the right, truth shimmies to the left;
With a happy pair of Bates on, your movement is deft.
But don't you think those moves can fool the folks you lead,
Because your tact ain't enough to make this dance floor bleed.

Do you recall,
Your face,
When you saw the nightmare and couldn't shake awake?
Are there no stars,
In your sky?
Is there no light that guides you to guide men to die?
There is a goodness in people, a soul we all share,
But in the pit of your heart there is but moonlight.
And I'll never be jealous of your future despair,
That you'll find on the world stage tonight.

Do the Twist,
Of Fate.
You want the end so bad, you've saved the date—
Do the Twist,
Of Fate.
We've got a million different chances
But it's too god damn late—
Shake the sweat off your brow,
Get the blood off your hands,
Waltz away the trouble of international demand.
But don't you think you'll hear folks cheering your name,
Because one man's war dance is another man's pain.