Waiting for Death Lyrics

First of all its like fucking is the greatest thing
Then it's your social affairs, your mental sucess
Then some turn to religion others to art
Then money is hoarded, and when there's enough
You reach the level where you say
Money doesn't mean anything anyway
You worry about your health, your hobbies, your holidays
And finally just hanging around
Thinking vaguely of the past
You have noise, flying and nieghbors, old friends

Drinking, and smokin, fuckin, singin, dancin, and eveything
It gives you the creeps
You're waiting for death!