Album: Purple

Dead Bloated


I am smelling like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed
I am smelling 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 am smelling 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

Oh 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' about tomorrow
I am smelling like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed