Envoi - Hotel Lux

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