Waitin around to die

Well sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Well sometimes I can't even see the reason why
I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
Guess It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

I remember one-time I had a ma and I even had a pa
He beat me with a belt once when I cried
He told to take care of me, and headed back downtown to cheat
I guess It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

Well I come of age and found a girl in a New York bar
She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, I bought some booze and hopped a plane
Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

A friend said he knew where some easy money was
So we robbed a man and brother did we fly
Told to take care of me, and drove me back down the hell you see
Three years, I was just a-waitin' 'round to die

Fresh out of prison, I got a friend at last
He don't drink, steal nah he don't even cheat or lie
His name's codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're just waiting around and die