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