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 life 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 $#&@ around
and too old to die
time to try a 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 life 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 $#&@ around
and too old to die
time to try a life on for size


'cause you're pissin' into the wind
squandering the life you were given

now what will you do?
you're wasting away still alive
digging a hole you can dive into

when you get tired of fighting