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