I am smelling like a rose lyrics

Strip down core violate and paralyze Flood my soul a coffee

Ground zero, bow down to the countdown, Bringin the ruckus

Who's that jumpin' out the sky R-E-Y Mysterio Here we

I just need a little space to call my own

Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long

I'm rather upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety I

Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing,

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi,

(Thunder) (x10) I was caught In the middle of a railroad track

(Chorus) I'm back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm back in

(Al Snow) what does everybody want? (Head Talks) Nurrrrrnnn Nigglaaa What does e

I'm the man in the box Buried in my shit Won't you

As he came into the window Was a sound of a

Aaaaaaaammmerrrriiicannnnn Dreaaaamm He's just a common working hard with his

He's American Made He's got the red, white, and blue running

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103

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly

Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me, somebody gave me,
somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed

103

I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me on   my birthday deathbed   I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me   'cause I'm dead & bloated      I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me on   my birthday deathbed   I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me   'cause I'm dead & bloated      Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural   I feel I've come of age   When she peeks I start to run   Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural   I feel I've come of age   When she peeks I start to run      You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'   You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'      I am trampled under sole of   another man's shoes   Guess I walked too softly      Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural   I feel I've come of age   When she peeks I start to run   Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural   I feel I've come of age   When she peeks I start to run      You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'   You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'      I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow   I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow      I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me on   my birthday deathbed   I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me   'cause I'm dead & bloated      I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow   I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow   I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow   I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow      I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me on   my birthday deathbed   I am smellin' like the rose   that somebody gave me, somebody gave me,   somebody gave me on   my birthday deathbed

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