The usual mourners attend Eager to pay their last respects Say what they usually say And hope today Will somehow be different 'We welcome you into our fold We've been waiting Always have room for one more Will you be staying?' It's a time-honored tradition we hold We build up and then tear down our own Now I know why I never come home I get tired of climbing up out of this hole Showering earth like rain Covering Smothering Buried again and again What can I do Do get through to you? Hello, I'm still breathing down here I'm not ready My eyes still see, and I hear I'm not ready It's a time-honored tradition we hold We build up and then tear down our own Now I know why I never come home I get tired of fighting you I get tired of climbing up out of this hole Here lies me, resting in peace Under the gray wave of slumber Showering earth like rain Covering Smothering Buried again and again What can I do Do get through to you? It's a time-honored tradition we hold We build up and then tear down our own Now I know why I never come home I know why I never come home I get tired of fighting you I get tired of fighting I get tired of climbing up out of this hole