Lyrics:

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