You know you have 30s crisis when
a Fredal jeep isn't enough alone
Trying to find a partner with a pressure
that your fertility will soon be over
You know you have 40s crisis when
the wrinkle cream isn't enough anymore
Showing the middlefinger to youngsters in Onnela
And climbing to the mountains for a yoga retreat
We all are going towards death
Hands, feet, everything breaks down, and the head knows it
When I look at Peter in the eyes at the gates
I believe my club cards aren't valid anymore
You know you have 50s crisis when
your old man combs his hair back with gel
Riding a chopper with leather pants on
To the sunrise while keeping their wedding ring in the pocket
We all are going towards death
Heart, liver, everything breaks down, and the head knows it
I work with my elbows for the only life I have
Until I crawl back as an earthworm
You know you have 60s crisis when
your retirement allowance isn't enough to pay organic potatoes
You sit at home and curse the selfish children
Yet you hope that you'll go through 70s crisis too
We all are going towards death
Sight, hearing, everything breaks down, and the head knows it
It scares us in all kinds of ways
It doesn't care about the age, it just breaks then too
Hey we're going towards death
Everyone
Heart, liver, everything breaks down
The head knows it