DIAWB کے بول

I've been trying to sell my soul I'm at the back of the line Green mining through ashtrays Some things never change The bottom shelf is a black hole Slow and low, rock and rye Knocked me out for a while Now, I'm wide-awake I don't want to I don't want to I don't want it Chip crumbs on my shoulder I always shit where I sleep I'm asleep in your living room So guard your things I really needed a blanket I didn't know how to ask Buried deep in your cushions I'm dead I don't want to I don't want to I don't want it (Bury me) I don't want to (Death is a warm blanket) I don't want to (Bury me) I don't want it (Cover up, move on to better things) Feel it, feel it I don't want to (Bury me) I don't want to (Bury me) I don't want to feel