Track Name: co'dine
An' my belly is cravin', I got a shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till tomorrow it's gonna be a long time
For I'll reel and I'll fall and rise on codine
An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time

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

You'll forget your woman, you'll forget about the man
Try it just once, an' you'll try it again
It's sometimes you wonder and it's sometimes you think
That I'm a-livin' my life with abandon to drink
An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time

Stay away from the cities, stay away from the towns
Stay away from the men pushin' the codine around
Stay away from the stores where the remedy is found
I will live a few days as a slave to codine
An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time

An' my belly is cravin', I've got a shakin' in my head
An' I've started heatin' oh, whether my body has said
Stab yourself with the grains of cocaine
An' you'll end up dead or you'll end up insane
An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time

An' my belly is cravin', I've got a shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till tomorrow it's gonna be a long time
For I'll reel and I'll fall and rise up on codine
An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time
An' it's real, an' it's real, one more time
Track Name: they don't know
we take refuge in the trees
behind all the leaves
hiding from the thieves
who don't know our hearts

who place themselves real close
as we serve as a host
to their parasite souls
who don't know our hearts

they don't know me
they don't know you, babe

we could slip on through the cracks
off society's backs
we could sink into the depths of the sea

not a genuine word
would ever be heard
we could die without ever being seen

but they don't know me
and they don't know you, babe

but i choose not to coast
or to be another host
for the parasite to fuck up
and as long i can breathe
and i will and i'll heave
to turn it all on its head

cause they don't know me
and they don't know you, babe
Track Name: the inherited injustice of not knowing what lies ahead
no one came back to tell us what its like
when they pass and they float down the stream
so we sit and we plot how to reach gods gold gates
not knowing the real from the dreams

it aint that the mountains are so damn high
its the valleys that reach such great depths
that make us fret o'er a life yet to come
and striving between here and death

no one ever told me

i've seen flower children in pain on the concrete
i've seen business men with no heart
i've seen noble peasants, slave to the labor
they whole lives shit gets ripped apart

when the sky is all gray and the landscape is gray
and our skin all is gray and decaying
i get sore from feeding, wondering the land
and i wonder for what i am waiting


do not worry about tomorrow
tomorrow will worry about itself (is anxious for itself)
sufficient for the day is its trouble
tomorrow will worry about itself