Stinking Cloud

Come sit heavy with a notion that you are the one

Break up bunches of my time, undo crippling tedium

But it's dead, dead, dead to the top of its head

It's dead, dead, dead to the top of its head

Take your time and defrost your mind, be wounded and bloody

Burning brightly and unsightly, an homage to human-kind

But we're dead, dead, dead as I've already said

Dead, dead, dead as I've already said

Constant trouble, confused and muddled, that's what life can be

Walk in lightly, leave like lightning, find love along the way

Then you're dead, dead, finally lay down your head

Dead, dead, finally lay down your head