Dirt Nap

History repeats pressure make it quit age old slavery plan exploitation of man when

I die bury me in the dirt where

I won't need no money and

I won't have to work when

I die bury me in the dirt six feet under six feet under

A picture perfect portrait of life

I feel deep well that lies below us a deep well's this hell

I feel always a hand above with their big fat pockets lined with greed always a mouth above saying one for you and ten for me when

I die bury me in the dirt where

I won't need no money and

I won't have to work when

I die bury me in the dirt six feet under six feet under Let me make one thing clear

I never asked to be here

I came in this world alone and when

I leave

I leave alone