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?
'Til 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 cla**-to-cla** and coast-to-coast
When you owned land and you were broke
Through recessions and addictions
It's just your accidental d**h
Your accidental d**h
It's just your accidental d**h
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 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 then 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 d**h
Your accidental d**h
But there's no accidental d**h
When you're the Indian in the cougar's nest
It's just your accidental d**h
Your accidental d**h
It's just your accidental d**h
You're the Indian in the cougar's nest