Now that I'm older, I'm not feeling so old
My body, hands, and mouth are loving what they do

Bow down to
Bow to yourself
As someone who hides away
To have yourself a time

How can murder run with grace?
Slowly serving the other

Meanwhile, in heaven, they're excited about murder
Excitement is found in halves
I'm loving what you do

Stay on hand, stay in your house
Something worth fighting for
Means there's someone standing tall

Sound and fervor
Love and haste
Start to wonder
With open taste

Now that I'm older, I'm doing what I can
Now that I'm older, I'm doing what I can
I'm just doing what I can
Doing what I can