there are a few errors in those lyrics, the main one being that they repeat four times and never actually get to the end of the song. lets try this again:
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
till you realize the blood is probably yours
you feel you've lost something you want it back
you're lying motionless on your back
and your legs aren't taking any more 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
having coffee 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 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
cos 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?
it's just your accidental death
your accidental death
cause there's no accidental death
when you're the indian in the cougar's nest
there are a few errors in those lyrics, the main one being that they repeat four times and never actually get to the end of the song. lets try this again: 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 till you realize the blood is probably yours you feel you've lost something you want it back you're lying motionless on your back and your legs aren't taking any more 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 having coffee 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 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 cos 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? it's just your accidental death your accidental death cause there's no accidental death when you're the indian in the cougar's nest