Who told you this would be easy?
This is life, and life ain’t breezy
It’ll chew you up and spit you out
Then fill your sails with with winds of doubt.
Who mused and said it would be sweet?
Then tethered bricks on to your feet
The joke’s on you, the laughing stock
Your neck bare on life’s chopping block.
She lured you in with all her charms
And held you tender in her arms
She kissed you gently as you wept
Then slit your throat, as you softly slept
And your blood ran through the streets that night
Scarlett lanes in the cold moonlight
Then She travelled on with your trophy head
For life’s a wench, who’ll leave you dead.