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      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 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      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   They'll pray for you with all their love   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      Chorus      ...For a bitter young man...Has now taken the torch...