I don't know who's going to bury me,
That's the thought that worries me,
But if its you who will bury me
Well here's my plea.
Burn what's left of me
And put my ashes deep under the sea,
Let water carry me
To the quietest end of the world that's where I want to be.
Because I'm tired your senseless wars
Caused by mans greed
Down falls another harmless soul
Deadly are mans needs,
So if I might die
Rest me in the loneliest part of the desert
And dig my six feet deep hole six feet deep more
Because all this hate my soul can't face it.
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