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