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