DIAWB Songtext
von Microwave

I′ve been trying to sell my soul
I'm at the back of the line
Green mining through ashtrays
Some things never change

The bottom shelf is a black hole
Slow and Low, Rock and Rye
Knocked me out for a while
Now I′m wide-awake

I don't want to
I don't want to
I don′t want it


Chip crumbs on my shoulder
I always shit where I sleep
I′m asleep in your living room
So guard your things

I really needed a blanket
I didn't know how to ask
Buried deep in your cushions
I′m dead

I don't want to
I don′t want to
I don't want it

(Bury me) I don′t want to
(Death is a warm blanket) I don't want to
(Bury me) I don't want to...
(Cover up, move on to better things) Feel it, feel it

(Bury me) I don′t want to
(Bury me) I don′t want to
(Bury me) I don't want to feel