He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars

And he's traded in tomorrow for today

Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars

And losin' all he's loved along the way

But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse

And all he ever gets is older and around

From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse

The goin' up was worth the comin' down

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