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