Poison

When I was just a young boy I liked to wear my blue jeans. I liked to stand on the corner, I liked to spit on the street. There was nothing to do and I did it well Work just wasn’t for me I only put effort into breaking a window Or looking for something to steal I drove my poor mother crazy Oh son what will you be? Little did poor mother know That the devil would soon come for me. I met him one cool afternoon It could have been autumn or spring He said son take my hand I’ll make you a man And he handed a bottle to me. What had he done to this water? It was brown and filthy and stank I thought what the hell, Whats the worst that can happen? So I tipped my head back and drank. Hi ho the devil The devil he came for me He brought a bottle of poison And he handed the bottle to me. Twenty five years later I came to my senses and wondered what had I done my hands were smashed, my face was scarred my memories mostly were gone: but the devil had done me a favour, and left me with some of the bad ones. But he’d taken my family and wife He’d taken my job and my home He’d left me gambling debts And a record as long as my arm Now if I may warn the young It’ll be the only good thing that I’ve done: Theres no such thing as the lord up above Theres no heaven waiting for anyone. But right at this moment the devils somewhere Preparing a bottle for someone. So take his hand if you feel like a man You’ll have an adventure for sure But if youre one of the unlucky ones Be ready to walk through Hells door. Hi ho the devil The devil he came for me He brought a bottle of poison And he handed the bottle to me.