I've been trudging through the fog And I cannot see too clearly The smog burns at my eyes And it clutches at my windpipe Tightly clutches at my windpipe Yeah, yeah Well, I've been trudging Oh, through this fog, I'm trudging Breathing is a goddamn job The only one that I can find Living is a fuckin' chore One that I do daily Yes, one that I do daily Yeah, yeah Well, I've been trudging Through this fog, I'm trudging Well, I've been trudging Through this fog, I'm trudging Well, I've been trudging The cloud are falling apart And through my trudging find me ♪ Behind the body cloud There is a stomach lining At the end of the tainted rainbow There is nothing much worth finding There is nothing much worth finding Yeah, yeah Well, I've been trudging Through that fog, I'm trudging