Rumble Militia - Waiting For Death

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!