Won't Grow Old

Oh the way it shakes me when the devil's in my daydreams
Turns me to a cog inside the killing machine
Like an automobile
A hard hearted harlot
Waiting in the wings
All I see are death and taxes
Credit scores and muscle relaxers
Social network sins
A bunch of tickets that just won't win
I will swing my hammer hard at the rising sun
Now we got shooting stars singin "Born to Run"
Got the babies in the back seat
Neath the northern lights
Crucifixes in the telephone wires

It seems obscene
When liars dress as lambs and reality sounds like spin
When the measure of a man
Is the men in his pockets and the pockets that he's been in
So you step right up now ladies
And you step up gents
You put a hole in the boat that you're sinkin in
And all the fighting and the fury you've been falling for
You pick it up and you begin again

But I will swing my hammer hard at the rising sun
Now we got shooting stars singin "Born to Run"
Got the babies in the backseat neath the northern lights
The crucifixes in the telephone wires

Well the sun's gonna rise on all kinds a men
Gonna come crashing down on them again
Catch em growing old
Growin old again and again
Yeah the Sun's gonna rise on all kinds a men
(Won't grow old before I'm old)
Gonna go crashin down on them again
(Won't grow old before I'm old)
Catch em growing old again and again
No I won't grow old before I'm old
I won't grow old before I'm old