Dead & Bloated

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks, I start to run

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks, I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am trampled under sole of another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks, I start to run

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
Somebody gave me, somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Deleo, Scott Weiland, Eric Kretz, Robert Deleo
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