Don't Bury Me...I'm Still Not Dead Yet

To all the given-ups, the special need crew

To all those who were told we didn't need you

To all the people who are eatin' all alone

Something fucked that kid up good

To all those who wake up at dawn

Underpaid and then they're shit upon

To all my friends who never had a chance

To those who closed their eyes, thinking they'd be better off

For now

To those who felt that the gods kept then from getting out

This town

To spite as

A reason

To clothes out

Of season

To those stuck

In caskets

As nails hammer in

Just keep screamin' out

I'm still not dead

I'm still not dead

And to the ugly ones (Oh) with the bad teeth

Starin' at the pretty people that they can't meet

Starin' at the magazines on the end-caps

That fuck your heads up good

To all those buried in the ground

God knows I wish you were around

To laugh and cuss about what's goin' down

To those who stand watching the last bus as it drives away

Again

To those who see that by not playin' and givin' in

They win

To have no

Good reason

To no cuts

And lesions

And to the

Confusion

Of our enemies

Just keep screamin' out

I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet)

I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet)

I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet)

I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet, ow)

Right, right, right, right

Right, right, right, right