As You Make Your Bed Dave Van Ronk

Good people, my own mother tagged
With a very unbecoming name
I'd end up on a slab of marble
Or living in a house of shame
Indeed, that'd been easy for her to say
But believe me, things won't end that way
You can't do that kind of thing to me
My future remains for us to see

A man is no beast...

We all make the bed we must lie in
And tuck ourselves in two-and-two
And if somebody kicks, that will be me, dear
And if someone gets kicked, that will be you

We all make the bed we must lie in
And tuck ourselves in two-and-two
And if somebody kicks, that will be me, dear
And if someone gets kicked, that will be you

Good people, my lover once informed me
She told me directly to my face
That love was the only thing that mattered
That sweating tomorrow is a waste
Indeed, love's an easy word to say
But as you go on aging every day
You just don't give a damn for all that rot
You hustle for the little time you've got