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
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;

[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
a bitter young man
is now taking the torch.