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...