As we get older, there’s nothing surerThe rich get richer, the poor get poorerThose small misfortunes all start to pile upAnd it gets harder to keep a smile upBut we keep hoping, while all dreams lingerThat we’ll get lucky one fine dayThen once again fate gives us the fingerOnce again with a sighWe look up to the skyWith a quizzical eyeAnd quietly say:What are they doing to us now? What’s the latest ruin to us now? Someone up there is getting carelessWhat are they doing to us now? Anyhow, what are they doing to us now? Makes no difference if a man is slave or king bornHe always is to pain and sufferingNaked, he’s pushed out his new life to beginAin’t or notThe awkward way that he came in? When did he understand just why he’s hereClap comes from the darkA big smack on the rearFrom then on continuous without a stopAh, life’s the same old storyClop, clop, clop, clop, clop, clopScience keeps advancing always on the runAll they seem to do is take from life the funSmoking, on and on,It wears your heart awayDrinking shrinks for you the level day by dayEating makes you fatYou weighted down to checkSex you do, you don’t, you’ll have a nervous wreckFuture generations we are all to oneHey, then do yourself a favor: don’t get born,Don’t get born, don’t get born!What are they doing to us now? What’s the latest ruin to us now? Careless, what are they doing to us now? What are they doing...What are they doing...What are they doing...What are they doing...What are they doing to us now?