Into the night I ran,
Full steam ahead,
Into the dark,
Until I was dead.
I cared for nothing,
Greed had its day,
Raw meat and razor wire,
Rottentide its way.
Young and strong,
And very good-looking,
Women took me home,
To "taste their cooking."
Corporate life,
The checks rolled in,
Life was a joy,
I loved to sin.
Shell games too,
Whatever made me money,
And would get me through.
Bunco, marketing, sales,
I fought my way to the top,
I wouldn't let anything stop me,
Until I became the "top cop."
Making money was easy,
It became a way of life,
Then I finally took a woman,
And she became my wife.
Didn't take long though,
Before the bedroom cooled,
Had to look for others,
So I quickly re-tooled.
My wife seemed to fall apart,
She wept, whimpered, and sobbed,
We eventually got a divorce,
And man did I get robbed.
Once again,
It was off to the races,
Lots of women,
In all the wrong places.
Female legs spread high and wide,
A lot of cum, spit, sh*t, and piss,
Mistress clad in panties and bras,
A wonderland of satanic bliss.
Expensive clothes,
And sometimes cars,
They'd give me sex,
And the finest cigars.
It made me feel good,
To have a woman at my side,
But I didn't want any of them,
To be my bride.
Piss and vinegar,
Jam and juice,
I loved to raise hell,
I was wild, I was loose!
Money and sex,
Power and greed,
I had everything........ yet,
There was "a need."
Never any pride,
Just a wad of bills,
An orgasmic rush,
Alcohol and pills.
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