Playing Dead

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

From lack of food

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