Portraits Of The Men Self Made Lyrics

He slapped my shoulder with a firm clap

He ditched the road map, cause he don't need that

So I play it with a dead bat

You know it's old hat, you got that down pat

Maybe your prospects they were too bright

You are always right, I can't win that fight

Maybe it's best that just for tonight

Suggest that you might, head down and fly right

Some are just incapable of change, they're out of range

Some people that you just cannot save, you cannot sway

These are the portraits of the men self-made

No inclination to reflect

On his defects, he has no regrets

He has no time nor truck for self doubt

What's that all about? He tunes it all out

Some are just incapable of change, they're out of range

Some people that you just cannot save, you cannot sway

We'll follow in the trails you blaze

Some are just incapable of change, they're out of range

Some people that you just cannot save, you cannot sway

These are the portraits of the men self-made

You are, the spark that lit, fire burns it, to the ground

Go on, take that trip, make that trip, on your own

You are, you're the blade cut a swathe through this town

Go on, take that trip, make that trip, on your own

You are, the spark that lit, fire burns it, to the ground

Go on, take that trip, make that trip, on your own