Fingers firm against the shank of a straight-razor Gripped tightly, with thumb against the heel Lets the blade slide, without disturbance Melancholy daydreams, watching warm blood congeal La la la la la, La la la la lie Born to be buried, Born to cry La la la la la, La la la la lie You better get to prayin' child You're gonna bleed until you die Shut-up now Listen to them Can't you hear them? They're making me beat my head against the wall It's the voices in my head, They're saying "hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em all" La la la la la, La la la la lie Born to be buried, Born to cry La la la la la, La la la la lie You better get to prayin' child You're gonna bleed until you die Brother John, look at that tree It's a mighty fine tree, but it casts a long shadow Brother John, beware of that tree If you stand in the shadows it'll make you dark too (Repeat 2x) La la la la la, La la la la lie Born to be buried, Born to cry La la la la la, La la la la lie You better get to prayin' child You're gonna bleed until you die