Cottonwood Firing Squad
Stew
If the rope you chose
Just ain't long enough
If the knife auditioned
It just didn't make the cut

I don't really like this world myself
I think we all need a little bit of help

If the pills you took
Only made you tired
If the fire you set just
Didn't seem to ignite

I don't really like this world myself
I think we all need a little bit of help

Stew
Nothin more he can do
Nothing's stopping him now
He'll be one with the clouds
We'll be one with the clouds