Bovay, Alabama Into the mane of my lover I'll lay my hands deep In the arms of the warmest colour I'll bury bury my hands deep Bovay, Alabama, Alabama

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman I can move mountains I can work a miracle, work a miracle May nothing but death do us part Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath Bury Bury me till I confess And I can't get you out of my head You'll find your way And may death

Symbolical and mystical Between life and death we're torn A constant struggle Like an apocrypha Nobody can be certain A thousand days, spent in hell The ultimate sacrifice Your voyage starts With a question mark

Won't you do this thing for me Ain't got no car Won't you bury bury my papa for me Oh Mister Banker please Mister Banker Mister please, how much does money mean Won't you reconsider Mister Ain't got no house All I got, lord, is my guitar

End of times, just kill the quietude Hear my cries, and start the countdown Bury Bury my crimes, somewhere deep within It's not that complicated Simply I just worship chaos No peace of mind from quietude Haunting nightmares follow thru The panic that lingers

Carry him to his bury'n ground Walk him along, John, Carry him along Tell me where you're stormy Well General Taylor gained the day Well General Taylor he gained the day Walk him along, John, carry him along We'll dig his grave with a silver spade

Dig bury bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Everything that I was slowly changing Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge Of any mother fucker that´s thinkin´ they can change me White

Come, break me down Bury Bury me, bury me What if I wanted to break What would you do? I am finished with you Look in my eyes You're killing me, killing me All I wanted was you Break me down

You are the thing that’s killing me Hungry for unworthy You are the undeserving No honor, no valor No fucking gratitude You are the wrong that I must right You're poisonous Now I’m here to bury bury thee The Devil is in the details

I pray the king shows you his mercy For shame, for the Revolution Hear ye, hear ye my name is Samuel Seabury And I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the continental congress Heed not the rabble who scream revolution They have not your interests