Young men want the money,
The old men lock way,
Young men want tomorrow.
The old men yesterday.
And there’s no love lost between them,
As the river turns to mud,
I say there’s no love lost between them,
And there’s pain in the blood.
And there’s pain in the blood.
And there’s pain in the blood.
Old men have the answers,
Young men have the dreams,
Old men talk of wisdom,
Younq men talk of schemes.
And there’s no love lost between them,
As the water turns to mud,
I said there’s no love lost between them,
And there’s pain in the blood.
Etc.
Young men clench their fist,
Old men turn the key,
Young men break the lock,
Old men let it be.
And there’s no love lost between them,
As the water turns to mud,
I say there’s no love lost between them,
And there’s pain in the blood.
Etc.