I walk around and around this entire town
never know where it is that I am going to.
Cause it's just that I don't know where it is that I should go,
so I keep walking without any direction.
So I head back to my hometown, sink my feet into the ground.
Find my roots so that I may be buried in the spring of early May,
I'll start my, my drinking days and I'll rot away my insides.
But first I'll lie in this bed and sleep myself half to death,
to get me through these pains in my head
that I get every night after a bottle of wine and
some pills that I got from a friend.
Oh and I, I will try not to take them tonight
but it gets harder at the bottom of all those bottles.
So I will dig my grave and in it I will lay, I go in and up come roses.
This is where I will rest, just my arms folded on my chest.
The truth in death, no more lies to make my head hang heavy.
No no no
never know where it is that I am going to.
Cause it's just that I don't know where it is that I should go,
so I keep walking without any direction.
So I head back to my hometown, sink my feet into the ground.
Find my roots so that I may be buried in the spring of early May,
I'll start my, my drinking days and I'll rot away my insides.
But first I'll lie in this bed and sleep myself half to death,
to get me through these pains in my head
that I get every night after a bottle of wine and
some pills that I got from a friend.
Oh and I, I will try not to take them tonight
but it gets harder at the bottom of all those bottles.
So I will dig my grave and in it I will lay, I go in and up come roses.
This is where I will rest, just my arms folded on my chest.
The truth in death, no more lies to make my head hang heavy.
No no no