I checked my baggage with the man at the station But I still felt heavy and complacent I try to let go and feel free But all my possessions are buryin' me
Bury me bury me take me down to the hanging tree
I went back home and tried to forget But the phone kept ringin' like a burnin' cigarette So I drank like a fish swimmin' in the sea All my vices are buryin' me
Bury me bury me take me down to the hanging tree
I woke up determined to lose myself So I went into town and I offered my help They surely declined when they took a look at me All my bullshit is buryin' me
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