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...