Envoi

He claws at the beer mat with debt on his mind His clothes are for sale and his job's on the line Takes his last chug of whisky, says his final goodbye He'd rather be dead than homeless and lonely He'd rather be nothing than damned and alone You sick twisted bastard you've ruined his life Taken all his money his kids and his wife You're ruined his life He claws at the beer mat with debt on his mind His clothes are for sale and his job's on the line Takes his last chug of whisky, says his final goodbye You swallowed his pride, you've slaughtered his soul Drained his integrity, whole [?] You've left him for dead with a noose round his neck The sweet sound of solitude are his final [?] You've ruined his life X 30