Old Habits Die Hard

Well, I was born in troubled times

Yeah, yeah, I’ve wasted my youth

Moving so fast

I missed middle age

But I found out the truth

When it comes to trouble

I got me a good head start

Nothing’s changed I’m still the same

Old habits die hard

I turn on the TV and I see myself

Getting hassled by the man

But nothing bugs me, I keep on trying

One day the world will understand

They got a file on me over at Scotland Yard

Nothing’s changed I’m still the same

Old habits die hard

No matter where we are

We can always find each other

I can see you coming from a mile away

My international brother

Orphans always find each other, yeah

I bought a brass pipe in Hebron

Climbed Masada at dawn

Ancient rituals are an art

Just open up your eyes

I’m not hard to find

I always leave a calling card

They know me as Mr. Anarchy

Old habits die hard

Old habits die hard

Old habits die hard

Nothing bugs me I’m Mr. Anarchy