The Torch Dropkick Murphys
D, Dsus, Asus, D (repeat)
[D]Wa[D]sh[Em] aw[G]ay[D]..[Dsus]. All the lines on your face that show how you've aged.
[D]It[D]'s[Em] a [G]lo[D]ng[Dsus] way down... Your back's been broken you can't make the rounds.
[D]Th[G]e [G]ta[Em]bles are turned as the litany goes...
[G]Yo[D]u'[Dsus]re a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt.
[D]On[D] y[Em]our[G] k[D]ne[Dsus]es..... and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed.
[D]Tu[G]rn back the hands on the clock
[D]Yo[A]u're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work.
[D]Yo[G]ur hands to the bone on the assembly lines
[D]Yo[A]u've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love
[D]Ig[G]norance is something you can't overcome
[D]bu[A]t you've past it on down and that's something much worse
[G]Fo[G]r [Em]a b[G]it[D]te[Dsus]r young man... is now taking the torch
[G]Fo[G]r [Em]a b[G]itter young man... is now taking the torch
D, Asus, Dsus, D (repeat)
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.