Growing Old - Stories Untold

Time and time again, you’ve told me how the hell you’ve made this mess

You only listen to the devil 'cause your angel always wears that dress

We’re all friends, so tell me what is on your mind

Goodness me, your opinions don’t align with mine

We should put him down

Hands up.

I won’t shoot.

I’m just a little tired

Your soul’s a little dark.

It should be on fire

I know your heart.

It’s a little liar

So hands up, hands up, hands up

Tell me how I’m supposed to live while you grow old

Tell me why the years you’ve spent have left us broke

Some will run out of breath.

Some will fight to the death

Some will march for the right that you’ve wasted at best

Tell me how I’m supposed to live while you grow old

Are you frightened by the thought that you might not be made by design?

Would you feel like a man if I told you that your size is fine?

I’m the liar now

If love isn’t your thing, maybe blood is all that fills your heart

Maybe that explains why you try to tear yourself apart

Calm down.

It’s fine.

It’s just your ego now

I know you’re hurt.

We better put you down

Don’t speak.

Don’t scream.

No-one can hear you now

So hands up, hands up, hands up

Tell me how I’m supposed to live while you grow old

Tell me why the years you’ve spent have left us broke

Some will run out of breath.

Some will fight to the death

Some will march for the right that you’ve wasted at best

Tell me how I’m supposed to live while you grow old

(It's been a long time

Yes ma’am, a lot of water under the bridge.)

Is this who you wanna be?

Tried to fix our problems but they wanna stay broke

Wanna burn up all our demons but our demons burn slow

Tried to make a difference but the difference won’t show

Wanna make peace with my neighbors but they wanna go home

(We don’t all grow old.)