I'm having trouble hearing the loud voice in my mind
It's screaming out the warnings
which are happier left behind
Like a ship which ploughs untroubled
through a sea of burning oil
So our heads are firmly stuck in sand
and all our thoughts recoil
Three score and ten
Is all we're men
And damn what happens then
Sunlight glistens brightly on the metals meant for war
East and West smile across the wall,
each are afraid to draw
Black and white wait to fight but neither can win at all
And the mess they'll leave won't be fit to breathe
but choking, men will still call:
Three score and ten
Is all we're man
And damn what happens then
The puppets dance and nod their heads
while gold pulls all the strings
Their claims to rule and guide us all
are as worthless as their grins
They take the young and teach them death
but call it bravery
But soon there'll be no-one left to fight;
there'll be no-one left to be
Three score and ten
Is all we're man
And damn what happens then
spoken:
Run swiftly down the tunnel of time
Past the stones of discontent
Through the thorns of pain
And on
Run swiftly down the tunnel of time
The sunshine of life
The storm and after, the rain
And on
Run swiftly on
Life doesn't seem long
The lessons of the past
Were taught to last
So teach the brain
And never the rain
Shall wash the stain
On the flaking tomb of man
Three score and ten
What happens then?
Damn what happens then…