Charly is sitting in a dark jail in Texas
His voice it is calm and his hands are tired
He is an old man and his guilt is so deep
It seems ev'ryone has forgotten it
Looking at men through the window above
Arguing heavy 'bout heaven and math
Why he's the victim of this ban
He's asking himself again and again
Mister Darwin, you don't lie
Mister Darwin, you are right
But your guilt will last forever
Like the ancient sin of Eve
To keep this world together
Reflecting their disbelief
Charly is sleeping in his rotten rugs
He is dreaming of freedom before he wakes up
A man above whose head shines a gloriole
He looks at him speaking in marvelous tone
'Why do you think you're here, my friend?'
Not knowing what to say Charly shakes his head
Religion and science never come to one end
In case it's the fight against ignorance of man
Charly is sitting in a dark jail in Texas
The angel has gone nothing more to tell
Sadly he wonders when he will be free
Perhaps in another century
