Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged it's a long way down

your back's been broken you can't make the rounds the tables are turned as the litany goes...

you're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt on your knees

and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed



Chorus:

Turn back the hand on the clock

you're a bitter old man who's done nothing

but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines

you've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love

ignorance is something you can't over come but you've passed it on down

and that's something much worse for a bitter young man...

is now taking the torch



Silent scorn - you've taken it out on the ones you adore Inside rage

they've left you before but they'll come back again

they'll pray for you with all their love

but this time your indifference just can't be excused Forced amends

well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them...

for a bitter young man...has now taken the torch...