"Born To Die" lyrics
Some folks are born to be shepherds
Some folks are born to be kings
Some folks are born to be carpenters
Some are born to catch fish on a string
We all get the chance to do wonderful things with our lives
All because of what one man did for you and I
He coulda fought back the soldiers that beat him
He coulda left that cross in the street
He coulda held back the arms that drove those nails
In the palms of His hands and His feet
He coulda walked right off that hill without blinking an eye
But He was born to die
We're all born just a sinner
But through Him we're all so much more
Even though He was born in a stable
He grew up to become our Lord
He coulda fought back the soldiers that beat him
He coulda left that cross in the street
He coulda held back the arms that drove those nails
In the palms of His hands and His feet
He coulda walked right off that hill without blinking an eye
But He was born to die
He coulda fought back the soldiers that beat him
He coulda left that cross in the street
He coulda held back the arms that drove those nails
In the palms of His hands and His feet
He coulda walked right off that hill without blinking an eye
Three days later He rose up and now He's alive
Jesus was born to die
He was born to die
Some folks are born to be kings
Some folks are born to be carpenters
Some are born to catch fish on a string
We all get the chance to do wonderful things with our lives
All because of what one man did for you and I
He coulda fought back the soldiers that beat him
He coulda left that cross in the street
He coulda held back the arms that drove those nails
In the palms of His hands and His feet
He coulda walked right off that hill without blinking an eye
But He was born to die
We're all born just a sinner
But through Him we're all so much more
Even though He was born in a stable
He grew up to become our Lord
He coulda fought back the soldiers that beat him
He coulda left that cross in the street
He coulda held back the arms that drove those nails
In the palms of His hands and His feet
He coulda walked right off that hill without blinking an eye
But He was born to die
He coulda fought back the soldiers that beat him
He coulda left that cross in the street
He coulda held back the arms that drove those nails
In the palms of His hands and His feet
He coulda walked right off that hill without blinking an eye
Three days later He rose up and now He's alive
Jesus was born to die
He was born to die
Writer(s): Lance Carpenter, Curtis Grimes
