Buried Alive - Turbonegro

Well I’m surrounded by a town of idiots

I’m surrounded by fools

It takes the patience of a saint

To not get in no brawls

I said lay me down some rails

Don’t lay me in the ground

Well, loose lips sink ships, my friend

And I’m going down

Buried Alive!

Buried Alive!

Left for dead in the middle of the night

Buried Alive!

Buried Alive!

Alright!

I’m picking out my casket

Writing my eulogy

You need special dispensation

For a burial at sea

I said lay me down some rails

Don’t lay me in the ground

Well, loose lips sink ships, my friend

And I’m going down

Buried Alive!

Buried Alive!

Left for dead in the middle of the night

Buried Alive!

Buried Alive!

Alright!

Buried Alive!

Buried Alive!

Left for dead in the middle of the night

Buried Alive!

Buried Alive!

Alright!

Don’t toss that dirt on me

It’s getting harder and harder and harder and harder to breathe!

Don’t toss don’t toss don’t toss that dirt on me

That shit that shit that shit that shit on me