Codine-Quicksilver Messenger Service

An' my belly is cravin', I got a shakin' in my head I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead If I lived till 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 Wild whiskey in front an' I often did swear My mother and father said, "Whiskey is a curse But the fate of their baby, is a many times worse" An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time You'll forget your woman, you'll forget about the man Try it just once, an' you'll try it again It's sometimes you wonder and it's sometimes you think That I'm a-livin' my life with abandon 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 codine around Stay away from the stores where the remedy is found I will live a few days as a slave to codine An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time An' my belly is cravin', I've got a shakin' in my head An' I've started heatin' oh, whether my body has said Stab yourself with the grains of cocaine An' you'll end up dead or you'll end up insane An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time An' my belly is cravin', I've got a shakin' in my head I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead If I lived till 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