Bury Me

You gotta pretty face, but it won’t hide all your doubt
You’re so soft spoken, but the whisper still makes a sound
Gotta good job, but you don’t need money
Gotta fast car, still you end up running

You gotta dress clean if ya wanna impress the crowd
Excuse me, I’m climbing out of the box
Ain’t gonna bury me…ain’t gonna bury me
Excuse me, I’m coming out of the box
Ain’t gonna bury me…ain’t gonna bury me

You’re livin your dream, got your head up in the clouds
But the climb to the top will put you six feet underground
You think you’re so safe til the walls start crashing
Building that high only makes more ashes
I’m not afraid, but I won’t go that far down