Dead & Bloated
Music by R. DeLeo, Weiland/Words by Weiland
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 sole of
another man's shoes
Guess I walked 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'
