Waste Side Story

Upon a couch, you sit alone A whiskey bottle, and the TV set is on While everyone else is hiding away You think of times when you were cold But then again you never do what you're told You're wasting every single day As if there was no other way Five, six, seven, eight times in hell Eleven or twelve times under the spell I think it's about time you tried heaven as well You see the lights and hear the sound But there is no one else sitting around To care what you have to say You haven't seen a single soul And wonder will this last until I'm old And slowly, slowly fading to gray Five, six, seven, eight times in hell Eleven or twelve times under the spell I think it's about time you tried heaven as well Five, six, seven, eight times in hell Eleven or twelve times under the spell I think it's about time you tried heaven as well