Got to be buried right up to the knee
No knife in your pocket, no trick up your sleeve
Keeping my hair done until I'm replaced
Back in the playpen with drool on my face
Facing off, figuring
I'm gonna quit this scene
Though you think it's a scream
Nothing is seen
And I'll never be seen
See ya later
Got to be buried right up to the knee
And no one can run, and no one concedes
Blood smells like November
Bones splinter and crack
A duel to the d**h as the forest turns black
Falling off of the screen
I'm gonna quit this scene
Though you think it's a scream
Nothing is seen
And I'll never be seen
See ya later
I'm gonna quit this scene
Though you think it's a scream
Nothing is seen
And I'll never be seen
See ya later