Cod'ine - Quicksilver Messenger Service

An' my belly’s craving, I got a shakin' in my head

I feel like I’m dyin' an' I wish I were dead

If I live til tomorrow, it’s gonna be a long time

For I’ll reel and I’ll fall and rise on codine

An' it’s real, an' it’s real, one more time

When I was a young man I learned not to care

About whiskey and from it, I often did swear

My mother and father said whiskey is a curse

But the fate of their baby is many times worse

An' it’s real, an' it’s real, one more time

You’ll forget you’re woman, you’ll forget about men

Try it just once, an' you’ll try it again

And sometimes you wonder and an' sometimes you think

That I’m living my life without bending to drink

An' it’s real, an' it’s real, one more time

Stay away from the cities, stay away from the towns

Stay away from the men pushin' the codeine around

Stay away from the stores where the remedy is found

Or you’ll live off your days as a slave to codine

An' it’s real, an' it’s real, one more time

An' my belly is craving, I’ve got a shakin' in my head

An' I’ve started heeding what my buddy said

«Stab yourself with the grains of cocaine

An' you’ll end dead or you’ll end up insane.»

An' it’s real, an' it’s real, one more time

An' my belly is craving, I got a shaking in my head

I feel like I’m dyin' an' I wish I were dead

If I live til tomorrow it’s gonna be a long time

For I’ll reel and I’ll fall and rise up on codine

An' it’s real, an' it’s real, one more time

An' it’s real, an' it’s real, one more time