Three Score And Ten, Amen - Colosseum

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…