There's a
fork in
the road
in front
of me,
At the crossroads
of identity.
The Devil
is standing
to the left.
He says,
Either way,
they both lead to
death.
And the high road's
steady and steep,
And the low road's
easy and deep.
Guess I'll follow,
follow,
follow my feet.
Guess I'll follow,
follow,
follow my feet.