Standard (EADGBE)

you're obsessed with finding a new brain

but what you need is a new body

it feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before

and the skin you call your home

holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in

and lungs that can't breathe when they're alone

and the days come to you like sailors

you watch them as they drift away

they meet the sunrise out at the horizon

and it's neither sink nor swim

at least the water's beneath your chin.

there's blood spilled on the floor

everyone's staring at you, what for?

until you realize the blood is probably yours

you feel you've lost something, you want it back

you lie emotionless on your back

and your legs aren't taking anymore requests

those disobedient wrecks

how you cared for them as they carried you

from class to class and coast to coast

when you owned land and when you were broke

through recessions and addictions

it's just your accidental death

your accidental death

it's just your accidental death

you're the indian in the cougar's nest.

your fright gives way to memory

have them cough you with your love

or the story your father told you long ago

he was hunting with his own father

for deer he pointed and spotted her

and then tripped over some roots or some dead trees

the gun went off, it was a mistake

and my father was only eight

and as he watched the dying deer,

he was changed.

'cause he felt sorry for what he'd done

and he put down his gun

will you feel sorry for what you've done?

will you put down your gun?

cause there's no accidental death

when you're the indian in the cougar's nest