Don't
bury your stuff
Let
me say now I've had enough of digging holes to bury my stuff
life's too short to live on the run turn around and have some fun
You know your business, you know your goal give it some stick and let it roll
have a little drink and say anything you think
Well
I was minding my business just a-losing my mind
when they stuck me in jail - I was grabbed from behind
I didn't know what was going on but I surely knew something was wrong
lying all alone in some dirty hole I couldn't escape I had no control
nodbody loved me and nobody seemed to care
I
didn't have no friends didn't have a clue
I didn't know how I would pull through
they tied my hands and they slapped my face
they shut me behind those prison gates
ever since I've been a child they've been hunting me down
and I've been a fool living underground
I wanna breathe the air and I'm gonna stick around