| boy decide |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|10:53 pm] |
this has been one of my favorite songs for a long time now
but these days the lyrics are hitting a little too close to home
murder by death - boy decide
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
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 then some don't get far
boy, decide
you're too old to fuck around
and too young to die
time to try life on for size
now the time 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 then some don't get far
boy, decide
you're too old to fuck around
and too young to die
time to try life on for size
you're pissing into the wind
squandering the life you were given
now what will you do?
cause you're wasting away your life
digging a hole you can dive into
when you get tired of fighting... |
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