Buried with Children

I'm living the American Dream

Working for the man that I'll never meet

Trying to make a living

Trying to get by

Praying that I'll get to see another sun rise

With a little trust, I might make it

With a little love, you know I'd fake it

With a little drugs, you know I'd take it

Straight over the edge

Even if I ever got away

It would still haunt me in my grave

I was born to lose and determined to die

The odds are against me now

Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me

Buried, whoa oh

Buried with children

All I need is a little break

So I can change my name

And leave the fucking state

There is no future

Nothing up ahead

So go ahead and put a bullet in my head

With a little trust, I might make it

With a little love, you know I'd fake it

With a little drugs, you know I'd take it

Straight over the edge

Even if I ever got away

It would still haunt me in my grave

I was born to lose and determined to die

The odds are against me now

Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me

Buried, whoa oh

Buried with children

Even if I ever got away

It would still haunt me in my grave

I was born to lose and determined to die

The odds are against me now

Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me

Buried, whoa oh

Buried with children