Keep the gun in your hand
Even when there's nothing to see
Hear a baby cry, feel the zombies all around
And you don't know why you live
Get away from the fate
Keep your motor running again
Riding all alone you will find a better way
There's no need to pretend
And if you think there's nothing to believe in
Put on your boots and ride another distance
Look at your life and scream with all your hate
Bitch! You'll never get me buried to the ground!
Ground! Ground!
Buried alive!
To the ground!
Find the pussies you need
Drink an uncle John's with the bitch
Wake up on the bar, then you smoke another blend
And it's time for you to live
Riding over again
Find another place for a beer
Motorize your life and you'll never get away
'Cause you don't have any fear
And if you think there's nothing to believe in
Put on your boots and ride another distance
Look at your life and scream with all your hate
Bitch! You'll never get me buried to the ground!
Ground! Ground!
Buried alive!
To the ground!
Now the devil is coming and your life is running
If you want to survive you gotta trust in me
Buried alive!
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