When asked for a token of gratitude
It's not hard to decide which class to ride
On that wagon His story's open
Thoughtful but crude
You gotta surf with the tide
Or run and hide
Shut up or else be gone
And he kneels down To tradition's sound
Can you feel the crowd?
Too many figures around
Old man,
old man The one who puts the wine in mystery now
As if he can He's been talking for centuries now
Words often spoken Sound real cute
He's simple to demand Head's in the sand
With the truth he professed to know Promise to get broken
And follow suit Or strike up the band
Terror's on hand To show them the way to go
Then they'll go down Taking in the crowd
Once the songs get drowned Too many figures around
Old man,
old man The one who puts the wine in mystery now
As if he can He's been talking for centuries now
Go down
Man of standing proud
Can you feel the crowd?
Too many figures around
Old man,
old man The one who puts the wine in mystery now
As if he can
He's been talking for centuries now
Old man,
old man The one who puts the wine in mystery now