H, E double L. We are each our own devil, and we make this world our own hell

He grew up being fed lies

And didn't get the option to have an education

Had a tube of pringles a day if he got lucky

Maybe some bread on the side to go with it

Always listened to what

You'd say except when it involved lifestyle habits or changes

Needed. Not a penny to his name but always alright for a gargle

Unable to speak so you drink and smoke yourself dry

Balls to the walls for movie quotes he'd tell you what year Beth Davis died in a tick or

Toke

Smoked a full pack of smokes without an ashtray and even saved his cans for recycling

After

Always struggled with this game called life

Trapped in a herd and always misunderstood

And the main thing is this lad was a sound fella

Always paid his respects around the time it all went to hell

Crippled with guilt, he lived his whole life a shadow

Thrown a few cans at 10, he was fucked before it even started, and always used to say

Look after one an other, because this game has it's missing pieces

And he died in a hospital bed. Surrounded by the ones that loved him most

A half a can of Heineken on his bedside table with yesterday's newspaper with

Tomorrow's odds circled, wondering where all his time went?

He was fucked before it started

And I'm sorry if my music makes you emotional but these story's need to be told