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

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

ohh yeah

and she says it's natural

i feel i've come of age

when she peeks i start to run

ohh 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 am trampled under sole of

another man's shoes

guess i walked too softly

ohh yeah

and she says it's natural

i feel i've come of age

when she peeks i start to run

ohh 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

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

i run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

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

i run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

i run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

i run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

i run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

i am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me on

my birthday deathbed

i am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me

somebody gave me

somebody gave me on

my birthday deathbed