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 thinking

i run through the world
thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

i am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
guess i walked too softly