DIAWB

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