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