Some take to drink, others take to smoke Some take bullets some take to rope Some men are born with fire in their eyes And they'll dig their own graves lord And they won't complain when they die
Some learn to charm, others never will Some take to needles, some take to pills Some men are born with weakness in their eyes And they'll kill who they can lord And they won't understand when they die
Some change their minds, others change the world Some die with nickels, some die with pearls Some men are born without a soul to tell And they scream when they can lord And they'll spew their hate in the bowels of hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
