Buried With Children — Wednesday 13

I'm living the American Dream Working for the man that I'll never meet Trying to make a living Trying to get by Praying that I'll get to see another sun rise

With a little trust, I might make it With a little love, you know I'd fake it With a little drugs, you know I'd take it Straight over the edge

Even if I ever got away It would still haunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die The odds are against me now Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me Buried, whoa oh Buried with children

All I need is a little break So I can change my name And leave the fucking state There is no future Nothing up ahead So go ahead and put a bullet in my head

With a little trust, I might make it With a little love, you know I'd fake it With a little drugs, you know I'd take it Straight over the edge

Even if I ever got away It would still haunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die The odds are against me now Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me Buried, whoa oh Buried with children

Even if I ever got away It would still haunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die The odds are against me now Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me Buried, whoa oh Buried with children