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