I'm dead, got nothing to lose the biggest fucker around's gonna give himself the blues trying to make trouble for a dead man what's that, you're mistaken the spot you wanted most has already been taken and it's been taken by your own self no reason for a hasty retreat you're dead just a little bit too perhaps you've forgotten all the things you can't do like letting your belly get swollen from lack of food and every broken rock or bone or blue-green god tree or the smell of damp or the touch of you reminds me of the you we once knew Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.