Waiting for Death - Rumble Militia

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!