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