Dead & Bloated (Live at Club La Vela, Panama City Beach, FL, 3/14/97)

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Stone Temple Pilots - Rock, USA

Dead & Bloated (Live at Club La Vela, Panama City Beach, FL, 3/14/97)

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[Intro] I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated [Verse 1] I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated [Chorus] Oh oh, yeah yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've comе of age When she peeks I start to run Oh oh, yеah yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run [Post-Chorus] You can't swallow what I'm thinking You can't swallow what I'm thinking [Verse 2] I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am trampled under sole of Another man's shoes Guess I walked too softly [Chorus] Oh oh, yeah yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Oh oh, yeah yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run [Post-Chorus] You can't swallow what I'm thinking You can't swallow what I'm thinking [Bridge] I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow [Verse 1] I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated [Bridge] I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow [Outro] I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me Somebody gave me Somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed

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Writers
  • Scott Weiland
  • Robert DeLeo