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.
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