"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 smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me on

my birthday deathbed

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