So it goes
Off in a second you're gone and I'm just a lost soul
My body is breaking
I cannot feel my legs
So I go back and forth in my bedroom
Breaking my back on the things I thought I lack
So it goes
My mind is made up I'm just an asshole backed up on my hope
As I keep my hands down
I will follow my brother
And make my mark through the people I love
And I ll hold onto you
So who will keep our hands clean
When we are the old ones
Who will keep our hands clean
When we are the old ones
And I ll go
So I'll go off on my own
Just make up for my low esteem
In what I create and what I ll become when I'm old
And I I know I ll never be more than my father
And I ll be better off for that at least I hope
So who will keep our hands clean
When we are the old ones
Who will keep our hands clean
When we are we are the old ones