Dead in the water, nothing left

Except the stench of what has gone before

Make some coffee, drink it down

And fix upon the pattern on the wall



I stare at my face,

I know every trace



And I make it hard to get along with me



Bills and heartburn, pills and soaps

And flickin thru' the books you've read before

Tears come easy, words come hard

But there really isn't much to say no more



I stare at my face,

I know every trace



And I make it hard to get along with me