This old man, he plays one on one
He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son
This old man
He's got the smell of sin
He's got the nature of sin
He was your actual, factual old sin nature
Mother praying, 'Jesus save the boy,
Save him from the old man.'
Got away
Glory, Glory

Up from the water, out of the grave
Wearing a new man's clothes
The old man's dragging the lake again lately
What does he want'
Mama, you don't suppose...

This old man, he don't mind the gap
He's like a subway rat
He's crawling out of your past
Out of the dark
Little land shark
Little predator scavenger
Serving up sucker punch
Flyweight, gonna eat your lunch

This old man, he's flicking on the brights
He's wanting squatter's rights
He's gotta have his space in your face
Get you reminiscing for the very years you wasted
Every bitter fruit you tasted
Gonna snare you in a stare-down
Better to choke than breathe in your curse
This old man, this old man
Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse

This old man, he plays seek and destroy
He comes robbing my joy
He's here spreading the rot
Old man, don't you get it'
What I've got's as good as gold
Good as gold
Better than gold

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