Got an ache in my belly, got a craving in my head
I feel like I'm dying, and I wish I was dead
If I live 'til tomorrow, it'll be a long time
And I'll rise, and I'll fall, and I'll die on cod'ine

And it's real, and it's real
One more time

When I was a young boy, I learned not to care
By whiskey and frolic I often did swear
Now my mother and father said that whiskey's a curse
But the fate of their baby was a million times worse

And it's real, yes, it's real
One more time

[Guitar solo]

Stay away from the city, stay away from the town
Stay away from the man pushing cod'ine around
Stay away from the stores where the remedies you'll find
For better your pain than to die on cod'ine

And it's real, yeah, it's real
One more time
It's real, yeah, it's real
One more time

It's real, and it's real
One more time