Songtext von Buried with Children

I'm living the American Dream Working for the man that I'll never meet Trying to make a living, trying to get by Praying that I'll get to see another sun rise With a little trust, I just might make it With a little love, you know I'll fake it With a little drugs, you know I'd take it... Straight over the edge Even if I ever got away, It would still hunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die, The odds are against me now Let me tell you why I'm buried...save me Buried.... whoa oh, Buried with children All I need is a little break So I can change my name and leave the fucking state There is no future Nothing up ahead So go ahead and put a bullet in my head With a little trust, I just might make it With a little love, you know I'll fake it With a little drugs, you know I'd take it... Straight over the edge Even if I ever got away, It would still hunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die, The odds are against me now Let me tell you why I'm buried...save me Buried.... whoa oh, Buried with children