You get born, you love mother's breast Childhood, luxury, then comes the mess The whole world seems against you Teenage years, you get your own voice Your big question What is my path? It dosen't matter, the world is a mess You get married and you get fat Adulthood, you rot at your job You are sick, you missed your whole life Old age, you wait for the grim reaper day Now you're sure That was not your path! It doesn't matter, the world's still a mess