What has 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.

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.

Chorus:

(So I'll/And) sing this song to all of (my/our) age
For these are the questions we've got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line.

Gotta be conventional, you can't be so radical.
We are next in line
Oh-hoh, 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, oh-woh.

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