SELF-MADE MAN (S. REILLY / M. WALKER)

I’m a self-made man
I made myself do
All of those things
That I ought not do

I’m a selfish man
I thought you knew
It’s shouted in halls
And whispered in the pews

I got my pick and spade
I’m digging my own grave
One foot in the gates
And the other on the blade

I’ve been torn down
I’ve been humbled
And the roads that I paved
Have all washed away
I have torn out
All of your lessons
These are confessions
Of a self-made man

I’m a fire brand
All cinder and spark
On the open sea
Atop a burning ark

It was the devils plan
For a gambling man
When the ace is marked
And the dice are bad

I’ve been torn down
I’ve been humbled
And the roads that I paved
Have all washed away
I have torn out
All of your lessons
These are confessions
Of a self-made man

These are confessions
Of a self-made man