Bless me father, it's been far too many years Since I woke without your slippery tongue inside my ear Boy, you'd better never tell a should that I was here I came back to hear the old man cry I came back to hear the old man cry
You might think it fades to nothing like the sound Of a heavy mass slamming a smaller one around But it just keeps on coming up, and I swallow it back down I came back to hear the old man cry I came back to hear the old man cry
We go, we go We go like a lamb to the flame We come, we come for the thing that won't be saved For the thing that won't be saved
It just keeps on coming up, and I swallow it back down I came back to hear the old man cry I came back to hear the old man cry I came back to hear the old man cry I came back to hear the old man cry