Stinking Cloud

Come sit heavy with a notion that you are the one Break up bunches of my time, undo crippling tedium But it's dead, dead, dead to the top of its head It's dead, dead, dead to the top of its head Take your time and defrost your mind, be wounded and bloody Burning brightly and unsightly, an homage to human-kind But we're dead, dead, dead as I've already said Dead, dead, dead as I've already said Constant trouble, confused and muddled, that's what life can be Walk in lightly, leave like lightning, find love along the way Then you're dead, dead, finally lay down your head Dead, dead, finally lay down your head