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