Got to be buried Right up to the knee No knife in your pocket No trick up your sleeve Keeping my hair done Until I'm replaced Back in the playpen With drool on my face Facing off figuring I'm gonna quit this scene Though you think it's a scream Nothing is seen And I'll never be seen See you later Got to be buried Right up to the knee No one can run And no one concedes Blood smells like November Bones splinter and crack A duel to the death As the forest turns black Falling off of the screen I'm gonna quit this scene Though you think it's a scream Nothing is seen And I'll never be seen See you later I'm gonna quit this scene Though you think it's a scream Nothing is seen And I'll never be seen See you later