every rooftop unsteady on the stairs every old uncle leaning on its crutch every old drunk stumbling backwards searching for the wall and every palm tree doubled over in the wind every man on the street looking shallow and thin every broke leg race horse chewing on the gates of his star and every yachtsman with a million in a bank afloat on the sea like a flake in a tank tying his mystery in the face of a squal you cant save em all oh you cant save em all you got to choose who you live for read down them lines behind them all these walls theyll cryin but lord dont you know you cant save em all every old man folded in his chair talking and laughing with nobody there bessing his lips to a phone that dont nobody call every shit car pulling back on the road squealing its tiers and gunning for a home leaving behind its some shit baby tune you to prom  you cant save em all oh you cant save em all you got to choose who you live for read down them lines behind them all these walls theyll cryin but lord dont you know you cant save em all every innocent head for a guy down on his knees surrendered in awe vibing in front of the prophet who holds her in front you cant save em all oh you cant save em all you got to choose who you live for read down them lines behind them all these walls theyll cryin but lord dont you know you cant save em all