Dropkick Murphys

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