Playing Dead - Meat Puppets

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