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 [bad word] around and too young to die time to try a life on for size now the time it [bad word] to pull yourself out of the mud and fix yourself up [bad word] 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 'cause you’re [bad word]  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