Lyrics:

there is a son, he is born
with a silver spoon in his mouth

go on, boy, admit
there's got to be something you love

enough to protect
you tire of things, i know,
but you have 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 time with liquor and cards
some work to the top and then some don't get far

boy, decide,
you're too old to fuck around
and too young to die,
time to try life on for size

now the time 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 time with liquor and cards
some work to the top and then some don't get far

boy, decide,
you're too old to fuck around
and too young to die,
time to try life on for size

you're pissing into the wind
squandering the life you were given
now what will you do

cause you wasted a waste of a life
diggin a hole you can't dive in
to when you get tired