I was once your nan Then I met a man Tall and all with golden hair, He'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 pay. Gave my gent my every cent and he gave me farewell, Leaving me to weed 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 drugs, and then, Found myself a wicked shelf where opium I sell: \"Here's a pipe for you, sir. (Price 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.\"