You Can’t Save ’Em All Songtext
von Big Harp

Every rooftop unsteady on its studs
Every rolled ankle 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 sallow and thin
Every broke leg race horse chewing on the gates of his stall

And every yachtsman with a million in a bank
Afloat on the sea like a flake in a tank
Tying his wrists to the wheel in the face of a squall

You can′t save 'em all
Oh you can′t save em all
You got to choose
Who you let fall
Way down in the mines
Behind these ivied walls
They're cryin but lord don't you know
You can′t save ′em all


Every old man folded in his chair
Talking and laughing with nobody there
Pressing his lips to a phone that don't nobody call

Every shit car pulling back onto the road
Squealing its tires and gunning for a home
Leaving behind it some shit baby too new to crawl

You can′t save 'em all
Oh you can′t save em all
You got to choose
Who you let fall
Way down in the mines
Behind these ivied walls
They're cryin but lord don′t you know?
You can't save 'em all

Every innocent head full of god
Down on her knees surrendered in awe
Bobbing in front of the prophet who holds her in thrall


You can′t save ′em all
Oh you can't save em all
You got to choose
Who you let fall
Way down in the mines
Behind these ivied walls
They′re cryin but lord don't you know?
You can′t save 'em all