Relapse. Change is harder than you thought. Do you really need to quit that job? Do you really need to get rid of that lover that has been bringing you down? Will you let your second chance at life bury you before you’ve even taken a step out the front door?
Tell my mother, Mary, ‘Please don’t fade away.’
And tell my occupation, ‘I’ve gotta go and play.’
Been sinking in this hole, this hole you dug for me.
And now you’ve got your shovel, wont’ you buh-buh bury me?
Buh-buh-buh Bury me, (x4)
Are you standing on the dirt where they laid my body down?
Are you digging your heels into this holy ground?
Well, quit it ‘cuz it hurts! (Quit it ‘cuz I’m cursed!)
Quit it and let me buh-buh buh-buh-buh be,
Buh-buh-buh Bury me, (x8)