Playing Dead Songtext
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I'm dead, got nothing to lose
the biggest fucker around's gonna give himself
the blues trying to make trouble for a dead man
what's that, you're mistaken
the spot you wanted most has already been taken
and it's been taken by your own self
no reason for a hasty retreat
you're dead just a little bit too
perhaps you've forgotten all the things you can't do
like letting your belly get swollen
and every broken rock or bone
or blue-green god tree or the smell of damp
or the touch of you reminds me
of the you we once knew
from lack of food
the biggest fucker around's gonna give himself
the blues trying to make trouble for a dead man
what's that, you're mistaken
the spot you wanted most has already been taken
and it's been taken by your own self
no reason for a hasty retreat
you're dead just a little bit too
perhaps you've forgotten all the things you can't do
like letting your belly get swollen
and every broken rock or bone
or blue-green god tree or the smell of damp
or the touch of you reminds me
of the you we once knew
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