Could this be the one that starts your new life?
They seem to be nothing too special,
Such horrible little bitches you have to hide from your wife,
Spraying fresh cologne just before the threshold,
Too much fun... too hard to stop touching,
You love them, each and everyone,
Kinda hard to stop buying,
And throw them out when you are done,
And quitting just isn't worth trying,
They are sweet little things at your beck and call,
When you've had a bad day or just bored,
And the one you're about to have could cause your fall,
Now let's just press fast forward...
Feeling run down...thinking lack of sleep,
You start to cough up blood,
Now you quit, but you're in too deep,
Grab a life jacket too late in the flood,
Lose your hair, but not to old age,
Your date is the Doctors... not dinner,
You're now upset ...so enraged,
And you were so good, not a sinner,
Worked hard every single day,
Provided for your children,
Asking for miracles as you pray,
And hoping God will fulfill them,
Not knowing which siren will kill you first,
It's better not to tempt the gun,
Not really worth quenching that thirst,
When Death has you on the run,
So, think of brown headstones when you open your pack,
So neatly in their rows,
And remember that when you die there's no coming back,
You reap everything that you sow...
