Buried with Children Songtext

von 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 too see another sun rise

With a little trust, I just 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
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 just 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
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
I'm buried? save me
Buried? whoa oh
Buried with children