Lyrics of
The Torch

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 hands 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 overcome
but you've past 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.