Текст песни Codine - The Litter

Codine

The achin' in my stomach got created in my head
I feel like I’m dyin' and I wish I were dead
If my will comes tomorrow it will be a long time
And I’ll rise, not fall, and I’ll die on Codine
And it’s real, and it’s real
One more time
When I was a young boy
I learned not to kill
For whiskey and colic
I happened to swear
My mother and father
Said whiskey’s cursed
But the fate that they had
Was a million times worse
And it’s real, and it’s real
One more time
Stay away from the city
Stay away from the town
Stay away from the men
Pushing Codine around
Stay away from the stores
Where the remedies you will find
For better your pain
Than be caught on Codine
And it’s real, and it’s real
One more time