Back in the day when we were young We thought we knew how the song was sung We'd cuss and curse, jump and shout Talking tough, never showing no doubt But we didn't really have too much clout We were living on the lower rungs Some years later we became young men A bunch of roosters looking for the hens Hunting around, planting seeds Every few years another mouth to feed Workin' 9 to 5, 7 days a week Anything to fill our cups Truth or dare Vice or virtue Sometimes you get the bear Sometimes the bear gets you Before we know it, we all grow old A little more humble, a little less bold Chrome begins to rust, got a few more dents Always complaining 'bout the weather and the government Looking at the world through a broken lens Always running hot or cold Truth or dare Vice or virtue Sometimes you get the bear Sometimes the bear gets you Made it to heaven by the skin of my teeth I'm walking on air, there ain't nothing I need It's all peace and love and kumbaya Cognac, Cuban cigars and caviar No commitments or responsibilities I'm just strumming on an old guitar Truth or dare Vice or virtue Sometimes you get the bear Sometimes the bear gets you Truth or dare Vice or virtue Sometimes you get the bear Sometimes the bear gets you!