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