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