Boy Decide - Murder By Death

There’s a son he is born

With a silver spoon in his mouth

Go on body 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

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 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 know 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 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?

You’re wasting away your life

Digging a hole you can dive into

When you get tired of fighting