I was born into self-actualization
I knew exactly who I was
But I never got my chance to be young
So when you lay me inside of a coffin
Bury me on the side of the hill
That's a good place to get some thinking done
It didn't work out the way that I planned it
They all seem to want to take it away
Everything that I thought to be true
So it's obvious to me somebody
Somewhere must have really done a number on you
And I know because the f**ers got me too
All the pretty horseS
All flowers and trees
They will all mean less than nothing
When it all has come to be God sent me a vision of the future
In a dream on a Saturday night
And I see no reason to celebrate
For when I saw it I wept like a child
It came to me like a knife in the chest
You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache
So Father, if it's possible
Let this cup pa** me by
But if it can't without my drinking it
Then thy will be done