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| Name=Dead & Bloated | | Name=Dead & Bloated | ||
| Artist= | | Artist=Stone Temple Pilots | ||
| Album=[[Core]] | | Album=[[Core]] | ||
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Revision as of 06:11, 21 February 2024
Background
Versions
Note: Only the date of the very first release of each version is listed.
Studio
| Title | Album | Length | Recorded | Released | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dead & Bloated | Core | 5:10 | 1992 | September 29, 1992 |
Live
| Title | Album | Length | Recorded | Released | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dead & Bloated (Live) | Sex Type Thing (CD 2) | 4:53 | August 27, 1993 | October 1, 1993 |
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| Dead & Bloated | Thank You | November 11, 2003 |
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Live
Personnel
Lyrics
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
Cause I'm dead and bloated
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
Cause I'm dead and bloated
Oh oh yeah yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh oh yeah yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am trampled under the sole of
Another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Oh oh yeah yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh oh yeah yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
Cause I'm dead and bloated
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me, somebody gave me
Somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed