An ache in my stomach, got a craving in my head

I feel like I'm dying and I wish I were dead

If I live till tomorrow, it'll be a long time

And I'll rise and I'll 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 care

From whiskey and frolic, I often did swear

My mother and father said whiskey's a curse

But the fate their baby 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 man pushing Codine around

Stay away from the stores where the remedies you'll find

For better your pain than be caught on Codine

And it's real, real

One more time