Wednesday 13

Buried with children

Wednesday 13
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

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