Man’s Ruin: Part One
I am a home wrecker,
Poisoned apples I leave out,
I’m the woman your wife despises,
And the one your mummy warned you about,
Lives I set out to destroy,
With the click of my fingers,
I lure men like you in,
Turn a saint into a sinner,
I am soon to be your mistress,
You just don’t know it yet,
You have a wife and kids,
But them I’ll make you forget,
I am a home wrecker,
Poison apples I leave out,
When I see you coming my way,
You had better watch out,
With my silky blonde hair,
And my high heel shoes,
I will lure you into bed,
Young man, you haven’t got a clue,
With my sweet soft voice,
I’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear,
I will take your innocence,
And everything you hold dear,
I am a home wrecker,
Poison apples I leave out,
I am the kind and listening stranger,
When you are in doubt,
Sweet sugar candy lips,
I do possess,
Along with, dare I say?
A perfect rounded set of breasts,
I am your deepest desire,
You know you secretly want me,
But you have to make the choice,
Me or your wife and family…..
I am a home wrecker,
Come and spend the night,
I have poison apples,
Go on, take a bite.
Man’s Ruin: Part Two
Young man you just turned 18,
So go get yourself another drink,
Chug, chug, chug and keep on chugging,
Until you can no longer think,
I know I taste horrible,
So mix me with something sweet,
Just keep on drinking,
‘til you no longer feel your feet,
Oh I tried telling you,
By so many before,
The trouble starts,
When the first drink is poured,
You’re now middle aged,
And you drink every day,
You don’t see it,
But you’re now starting to pay,
The demon, Devil drink,
Has taken over your life,
You just too drunk to see it,
Just ask your fleeing wife,
Oh I tried telling you,
By so many before,
The trouble starts,
When the first drink is poured,
So you’re now divorced,
And you have little money to spend,
Come and taste my sweet nectar,
I’ll be your only friend,
Sip out of a little glass,
Whilst sat in a darkened room,
We can both sit and wallow,
In your doom and gloom,
Oh I tried telling you,
By so many before,
The trouble starts,
When the first drink is poured,
Now you are old and grey,
But look older than you are,
The booze has taken everything from you,
Your wife, your kids, even your car,
You are laid up in hospital,
Attached to a drip,
Alcohol has destroyed your health,
But yet, you want another sip,
Oh I tried telling you,
By so many before,
The trouble starts,
When the first drink is poured.
Man’s Ruin: Part Three
Try it you might like it,
Your mate of five years said,
Next thing you know,
You’re off your freaking head,
Buying a gram for yourself,
Asking if you made a mistake,
But you’re addicted to the buzz,
And now there’s no escape,
When asked if you’ve done drugs,
You used to say “I tried a little dope”
Now you can say with great shame…..
“I’m addicted to coke”
Going out to a pub,
To listen to some great tunes,
Now you’re dropping E’s,
And huffing on balloons,
You don’t really care,
Where it comes from anymore,
Took a dodgy pill,
Past out on the club’s toilet floor,
When asked if you do drugs,
You used to say “Life gives me my thrills”
Now you can say with great shame….
“I can’t stop popping pills”
A few years later,
When coke and pills ain’t enough,
And drugs have taken over your life,
And you fancy going at it rough,
You try a little hit,
With a needle you haven’t cleaned,
You’re on heroin now my boy,
No more will you be seen,
When asked if you do drugs,
You used to say “I don’t try anything that funky”
Now you can say with great shame,
“I’m a pill popping, cocaine sniffing, heroin taking junkie”
Man’s Ruin: Part Four
Got myself a great deck of cards,
The kind you only get once in a lifetime,
All that money in front of me,
Is only seconds away from being mine,
As long as my poker face holds up,
I’m going to go far,
I will win back all of my wages,
And I’m gonna win back my car,
I’m going to sing all the way to bank,
I’ve only myself to thank,
I nearly lost it all,
But me, no me, ain’t no fool,
I’ll be a rich man in my grave,
As fortune favours the brave,
I’ve put £10 in the fruity,
Waiting for my money to come in,
I’ve put £20 in the fruity,
Looking for that big old win,
I’ve put £50 inside that fruity,
Oh, any moment now,
I’ve lost all my wages to that fruity,
Don’t I feel the idiot now?
I’m going to sing all the way to bank,
I’ve only myself to thank,
I nearly lost it all,
But me, no me, ain’t no fool,
I’ll be a rich man in my grave,
As fortune favours the brave,
I once won a pound on a scratch card,
I even once won a ton,
I don’t really have a problem,
I just do it for fun,
But now I’m constantly chasing the big wins,
As a pound no longer excites,
It’s just something to do,
On a cold and lonely gamblers night,
I’m going to sing all the way to bank,
I’ve only myself to thank,
I nearly lost it all,
But me, no me, ain’t no fool,
I’ll be a rich man in my grave,
As fortune favours the brave,
I’ve lost all of my money,
I’ve gambled my life away,
But you win some and lose some,
And that’s the way I play,
And as I roll the dice,
But all I want is a six,
I end up getting an eight,
Oh how this bad luck is starting to get on my wick,
I’m going to cry all the way to bank,
I’ve only myself to thank,
I have lost it all,
But me, no me, is a fool,
I’ll be a poor man in my grave,
As I believed fortune favours the brave.
Man’s Ruin: Part Five
I’ve spent my life, gambling, drinking,
Taking drugs and chasing skirt,
I was given the joy of life,
But I’ve wound up in the dirt,
I had an opportunity, to stop,
But I chose to carry on,
I die penniless and lonely,
And death will not be long,
I die with sadness upon my face,
No sign of my old grin,
I have succumbed to the Devil,
And the thing called man’s ruin.