Dead & Bloated

I am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me on

my birthday deathbed

I am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me

'cause I'm dead & bloated

Yeah, and she says it's

natural

I feel I've come of age

When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I"m

thinkin'

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I run through the world

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am trampled under the sole of

another man's shoes

Guess I walk too softly

Oh yeah, and she says it's

natural

I feel I've come of age

When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm

thinkin'

You can't swallow what I'm

thinkin'