An addiction to murdering Temptation to kill again The sensation comes over me I can't stop killing You tried to stop me Dead before you started Put me away Before I put another In the grave

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

I’ve finally let you go and left the past to die This is my resignation from All that we’ve loved and left behind In the grave you dug for me A frame of bones reside A graven, barren, broken tomb Resides where once delicate orchids bloomed No revocation

Watch the skeleton dance My frozen hour of death Dancing on my grave Between birth and grave On my grave Here I am alone On a journey ill My mind floats astray Over withered fields

This is now your life Die buried alive Tell me only if it's real On and on it goes Hey I can't live in here for another day Darkness has kept the light concealed Grim as ever Hold on to faith as I dig another grave Meanwhile the mice endure the wheel

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Flowers for the ones you loved Flowers for the lost at sea In her mourning In her grave Don't you miss the way That she brushed her heavy hair Oh la la la la la Acid burned face clowny tear smile She's the one who made you wild

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave These niggas ain’t playing Piss in your grave, piss in your grave I use your face as a urinal Then do the same at your funeral This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives Piss on your grave,

And just like dust we settle in this town Brothers hooked on Mary Jane We get bored so we get married And it ain't slowin' down, this merry go 'round Mary Mary quite contrary If you ain't got two kids by 21, You're probably gonna die alone At least

I never saw the gal again Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take