The Torch

The Torch - Dropkick Murphys

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 cause you the bleed

Turn back the hands on the clock

You＇re a bitter old man who＇s done nothing but work

Your hands to the bone on assembly lines

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

Ignorance is something you can overcome

But you＇ve passed it on down and that＇s something much worse

For a bitter young man

Is now taking the torch

For a bitter young man

Is now taking the torch

Silent scorn

You＇ve taken it out on the ones you adore

Incide rage

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

But this time your indifference just can＇t be excused

Forced armends

Well it＇s something you die with but it goes on for them

Turn back the hands on the clock

You＇re a bitter old man who＇s done nothing but work

Your hands to the bone on assembly lines

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

Ignorance is something you can overcome

But you＇ve passed it on down and that＇s something much worse

For a bitter young man

Is now taking the torch

For a bitter young man

Is now taking the torch