Buried Alive

Get me a ticket to freedom.
Right now freedom's my only friend.
Just lost my lover to a hungry city
that chewed him up and spit him out again.

I could use a glass of water;
my throat feels kind of dry.
Too many cigareetes and happy hour opiates
are breaking my stride.

Don't know what I'm running for.
Don't know why I try to hide.
Don't know where these scars and bruises come from.
All I know is I've been Buried Alive.

Well, my papa say I be a rebel.
My mama say my spirit should run wild.
So my spirit's run all over the world
but my soul's never satisfied.

Don't know what I'm running for.
Don't know why I try to hide.
Don't know where these scars and bruises come from.
All I know is I've been Buried Alive.

Well I dig and I dig,
and I dig through the dirt.
And I dig and I dig,
and I dig through the hurt.
And I dig and I dig
and I dig and I dig-
Yeah I dig just to see
if digging works-

Don't know what I'm running for.
Don't know why I try to hide.
Don't know where these scars and bruises come from.
All I know is I've been Buried Alive.