A E you're obsessed with finding a new brain D A but what you need is a new body D A E it feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before A E and the skin you call your home D A holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in D A E and lungs that can't breathe when they're alone A E and the days come to you like sailors D A you watch them as they drift away D A E they meet the sunrise out at the horizon A E and it's neither sink nor swim A E at least the water's beneath your chin. A E there's blood spilled on the floor D A everyone's staring at you, what for? D A E until you realize the blood is probably yours A E you feel you've lost something, you want it back D A you lie emotionless on your back D A E and your legs aren't taking anymore requests A E those disobedient wrecks D A how you cared for them as they carried you D A E from class to class and coast to coast A E when you owned land and when you were broke A E through recessions and addictions D A it's just your accidental death D A your accidental death D A it's just your accidental death D E A you're the indian in the cougar's nest. A E your fright gives way to memory D A have them cough you with your love D A E or the story your father told you long ago A E he was hunting with his own father D A for deer he pointed and spotted her D A E and then tripped over some roots or some dead trees A E the gun went off, it was a mistake D A and my father was only eight D A and as he watched the dying deer, E he was changed. A E 'cause he felt sorry for what he'd done A E and he put down his gun A E will you feel sorry for what you've done? A E will you put down your gun? A D cause there's no accidental death D E A when you're the indian in the cougar's nest