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