The Dynamicist

So many tons of fuel to make the reels spin
So many bullets of lead to make the world weep
So much we all wish we could change deep in memory
The dynamicist was spinning his reels
And the freshman was shooting his gun
Upon the peak of Thor’s rock in the center of the hurricane
A journey into the past with hopes of redemption in the end
Hope to stop a bullet’s flight and make one undead
The dynamicist was spinning his reels
And the freshman was shooting his gun
Upon the peak of Thor’s rock in the center of the hurricane
A school is closed for the week
The police man is rolling out his tape
The dynamicist was spinning his reels
And the freshman was shooting his gun
Upon the peak of Thor’s rock in the center of the hurricane
And the dynamicist looked upon himself
And the freshman laid down his gun
Stop a bullet’s flight And one has become undead
A new day has dawned and the bad dream is gone
Three quarters of a century is so long a time to wait
But for redemption in the end
The dynamicist was spinning his reels