By: Steve Rubin  The heat was on the pavement  He peaked out through the blinds  His friends forgot his number  He'd left them all behind  If he had another chance  Could think the whole thing through  He'd do the same dumb thing again  And crow "that's what I do"   "Free will," it's some kind of joke   You know your choices well   It always ends up just the same   The path that leads to Hell  The petty politician  He smiles and kisses kids  No one thought he'd go this far  He wins each race he bids  So now they're yelling at him  The country's in a stew  But he just keeps on smiling, 'cause  He says "that's what I do"   "Free will," it's some kind of joke   You know your choices well   It always ends up just the same   The path that leads to Hell  {Bridge:}  I've tried, I've tried, old dog  I've tried, I've tried, old dog  {Guitar}  That pile of rags is living  Some flesh, a sign, a bowl  He's skinny and unshaven  The years have took a toll  But I won't stop to help him  He'll spend it all on brew  And I don't want to talk to him  'Cause that's not what I do   "Free will," it's some kind of joke   You know your choices well   It always ends up just the same   The path that leads to Hell  You know I love you, baby  I really do try hard  But sometimes, jeez, I'm such a jerk  You make me walk the yard  Now everybody knows this  It really must be true  Please try to love me as I am  'Cause this is what I do   "Free will," it's some kind of joke   You know your choices well   It always ends up just the same   The path that leads to Hell