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...