Rupert Holmes - The Garden Path To Hell (Revival Version) lyrics

[Puffer] I was once your nan Then I met a man Tall and all with golden hair That's where my end began I let him have his way with me He knew his way so well Led me down the garden path to Hell Marriage in me head What I got instead Was a bed in Camden Town, and then To me he said: "Should I send around a friend Be nice to him this swell Stroll him down your garden path to Hell Make your bed of roses, and sleep in it Cuddle deep in it and pray you never wake Soon the deadly poppies come cropping up Fairly popping from the seeds of one mistake On my back all day Earning Satan's pay I took to drink So's not to think Of who'd come next to play Gave my gent my every cent and he gave Me farewell Leaving me to week the path to Hell Life's a maze of hedges that prickle you; As they tickle you, they'll tear you all about Strolling through the maze is amusing, too But, confusing when you can't find your way out I lost my looks by then Couldn't draw the men So I learned to trade and earned My keep with d**, and then Found myself a wicked shelf where I Opium I sell: "Here's a pipe for you, sir Prine is five and two, sir Can't you see the garden? It's such a lovely garden... I'll take you there, I know the path so well... To Hell."