Trudging

I've been trudging through the fog
And I cannot see too clearly
The smog burns at my eyes
And it clutches at my windpipe
Tightly clutches at my windpipe
Yeah, yeah

Well, I've been trudging
Oh, through this fog, I'm trudging

Breathing is a goddamn job
The only one that I can find
Living is a fuckin' chore
One that I do daily
Yes, one that I do daily
Yeah, yeah

Well, I've been trudging
Through this fog, I'm trudging
Well, I've been trudging
Through this fog, I'm trudging
Well, I've been trudging

The cloud are falling apart
And through my trudging find me

Behind the body cloud
There is a stomach lining
At the end of the tainted rainbow
There is nothing much worth finding
There is nothing much worth finding
Yeah, yeah

Well, I've been trudging
Through that fog, I'm trudging



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Jonathon Belke, Ken Steven Chinn, David Anthony Rees, Robert Arthur Johnson, Marc Steven Belke
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