if the shoe fits, they say wear it,
I say fuck them, I say fuck this,
I've got two hands, make that two fists,
you won't like me when I'm like this,
I could really care less about that
I say what I say...I say what I want

all I ask is that you bury me deep, at least
thirteen feet under the ground, I won't make a sound
I promise you this...

I can witness, my own train wreck
leaves a bad taste and a stiff neck,
but my backbone, is the backbeat
I'm still breathing, I am dead meat,
I won't even make you take it back,
I don't care what you say, mind what you say

all I ask is that you bury me deep
so I can get some sleep
I won't make a peep...when I'm thirteen feet under the 
ground,
I won't make a sound
I promise you this...