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
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