What is life to offer me when I grow old
What's there to look forward to beyond the biting cold
They say it's difficult; yes, stereotypical

What's there beyond sleep, eat, work in this cruel life
Ain't there nothin' else 'round here but human strife
'Cause they say it's difficult; yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional; you can't be so radical

So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions we've got to face
For in this cycle that we called life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next line

What is life to offer me when I grow old
What's there to look forward to beyond the biting cold
'Cause they say it's difficult; yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional; you can't be so radical

So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions we've got to face
For in this cycle that we called life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next line
Hoh-oh, we are next in line

And we gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let's open our eyes and do whatever it takes
We gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let's open our eyes, hoh-woh

And sing this song to all of our age
For these are the questions we've got to face
For in this cycle that we called life
We are the ones who are next in line

Sing this song for me
Sing this song for me
Sing (sing), sing, sing (sing), sing (sing)
Sing (sing), sing (sing), sing

Touch the sun