There's a son
He is born with a silver spoon in his mouth
Go on boy, admit it
There's got to be something you love enough to protect
You tire of things I know but you've got to push on
On, on, on, on
On, on, on
Some men crave women and some men crave gold
Some folks die too young and some die too old
Some just want to pass time with liquor and cards
Some work to the top and well some don't get far
Boy decide
Boy decide
You're too old to fuck around and too young to die
Time to try life on for size
Now the time it has come
To pull yourself out of the mud
And fix yourself up
Hell, don't you care how you look?
Your mother, God rest her
She'd spin in her grave
If she knew what a mess you have made
Some men crave women and some men crave gold
Some folks die too young and some die too old
Some just want to pass time with liquor and cards
Some work to the top and well some don't get far
Boy decide
Boy decide
You're too old to fuck around and too young to die
Time to try life on for size
'Cause you're pissin' into the wind
Squandering the life you were given
Now what will you do?
'Cause you're wasting away still alive
Digging a hole you can dive into
When you get tired of fighting
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