It's the Life

If the life you have created

Has buried you with luxuries out-dated

And you ask what is the purpose

Too weak to claw your way up to the surface

You resent all of your trophies

They belittle human spirit like a timepiece

That is ticking in your breast pocket

And so you long to reach in and stop it

Then your heart it will be broken

And every sour word that you have spoken

About everybody else

Will return to act upon yourself

If the life you have created

Is founded on jealousy and hatred

It's too late to ask questions

For you're much too old to take any suggestions

It's the life you have created

It's the life you have created

It's the life

It is the life

It is the life

It is the life

It's the life you have created

It is the life you have created

It is the life

It is the life

It is the life

It is the life

It is the life