Don't want to die in this Has Been Town

There's too much sorrow I fear I'll drown

Where happy hours go down the drain

Don't want to be no nameless face

Talking all about the olden days

And all my friends who made the grave

Yeah all the ones who couldn't wait.


I've got no time to waste on bottled sympathy

I've got no time to waste on drunken eulogies


Don't count me out

Don't call me history

I'm not dead don't bury me

Shut your jaded mouth

And spare your jealous teeth

I'm not dead don't bury me.


Don't want to be no clean teen dream

A green machine selling magazines

Their average lifespan is a week

Don't want to preach no politics bow down to bullshit

Like a hypocrite

No I don't feel no unity

No I don't want your company.


I've got no time to waste on bottled sympathy

I've got no time to waste on drunken eulogies


So don't count me out

Don't call me history

I'm not dead don't bury me

Shut your jaded mouth

And spare your jealous teeth

I'm not dead don't bury me.