On Dying And A Burying

One Dying and a Burying



Well I think I finely found me a sure fire way to forget,

It's so simple, I'm surprised I haven't done thought of it before yet

Its fool proof, well it's fool hatred maybe, but who knows,

Anyway, here I am walking toward where the cold out water flows

Is all it takes is,



One dying and a burying, one dying and a burying

Some crying, six caring me, I want to be free.



Oh, I want to be free,

Free from all this heart aching regret,

And free from pining for the love I can't forget,

The love that once was warm and then some how turned to hate

Made my life a prison from which there is only one escape

And that's one dying and a burying, One dying and a burying

Some crying, six caring me, I want to be free.



One dying and a burying, one dying and a burying

Some crying, six caring me, I want to be free.