Cod'ine Songtext
von The Last Internationale

And my belly is cravin′, I got a shakin' in my head
I feel like I′m dyin', and I wish I were dead
If I lived 'til tomorrow, it′ll be a long time
For I′ll reel, and I'll fall and rise on cod′ine
And it's real, oh, Lord, it′s real, one more time

When I was just a young girl, I learned not to care
Wild whiskey in front and I often did swear
My mother and father said, "Whiskey is a curse"
But the fate of their baby was many times worse
And it's real, Lord, it′s real, one more time


Stay away from the city, stay away from the town
Stay away from the men pushin' that cod'ine around
Stay away from the stores where the remedy is found
Live for better, your pain than be caught on cod′ine
And it′s real, Lord, it's real, one more time

You′ll forget your woman, you'll forget about your man
Aye, try it once, and you′ll try it again
You'll forget about life, you′ll forget about time
Then you'll live up your days as a slave to cod'ine
And it′s real, Lord, it′s real, one more time

If I die tomorrow, it's still one thing I′ve done
Will I pity the one that I've come to know when I was young?
Will my once satisfaction that comes when I take it
When I′m living my life without cod'ine to the dreams
And it′s real, Lord, it's real, one more time

And it's real, Lord, it′s real, one more time
And it′s real, Lord, it's real, one more time