When I die, don't bury me. When I die, don't bother. I don't need a grave, just toss me in the trash. Drag me through the streets and float me down the creek. I don't need a grave, I don't need the dirt. Chop me up into pieces and flush me down the drain. When I die, don't bury me, when I die, don't bother. I don't want a box, I don't need an urn. When I'm gone, just blow me up: nothing left of me to burn. I don't want to rest - I want to rot. Drag me deep into the forest and let the worms eat my face.
I went to school, I got a job. I bring home cash but it's never enough. I have some friends but they don't like me much. I have a family, but we don't keep in touch. There are some things I don't want to know; there are places I don't want to go. I'm still alive, in spite of all I've done. I'm not afraid but I don't want to die. There's lots of things I never got to try, and I have principles I must abide. I have activities, but I never get to go. I feel my whole life spinning gently out of control.