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