Getting old and agitated enemies are overrated
Take what you got and run
Too old to die young I got to live fast
Middle-aged rage on a nicotine patch
But I'm still here having fun
A steady hand in a situation
I keep my powder dry
Live on thirty minutes sleep cause I stay out all night
But I'm getting old and real frustrated
Every action deliberated
Can I keep going on
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it back
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it back
Tell my story I'll speakeasy never let it show
The path of most resistance is the one that I have chose
My time at hand my glass of sand my wasted years of youth
I'll never change a thing I've done and that there is is the truth
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it back
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it back
Getting old and agitated enemies are overrated
Take what you got and run
Too old to die young I got to live fast
Middle-aged rage on a nicotine patch
But I'm still here having fun
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it back
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it
When you love, you love the ones who give it back