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 surfaceYou 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 itAnd then your heart, it will be broken
And every sour word that you have spoken
About everybody else
Will return to act upon yourselfIf 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 suggestionsIt's the life you have created
It's the life you have created
It's the lifeIt is the life, it is the life, it is the lifeIt's the life you have created
It is the life you have createdIt is the life, it is the life, it is the life
It is the life, it is the life