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 hell