Bad Choices

He couldn't stand his lot no more
Pockets empty
Children starving

So, he stole a gun from Tom's place
Drank a beer
And said a prayer

Because sometimes
All you've got
Are bad choices
Bad choices

So, he took a walk as the crow flies
Head pounding
As the sun beat down

Ended up at the banks door
Gun in hand
Money on his mind

Because sometimes
All you've got
Are bad choices
Bad choices

Then he stepped through the door and said... 

"Stick 'em up!"
"Nobody move!"
"Hands where I can see them"
Then... bang, bang, bang
He was downed by a shooter man

Bleeding out on the cold floor
People crying
As they watched him die

Someone asked, "What the hell, man?"
And Mr. Roy
Spoke his last words

All he said was...

Sometimes
All you've got
Are bad choices
Bad choices

Bad choices
Bad choices

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