Dead And Bloated

I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated Oh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Oh 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 a 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 yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Oh 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 Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated I run through the world Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me Somebody gave me Somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed