Bury me, when you bury me under the ground Will you christen me with waters from the crown? I can taste the ash on my tongue Underneath the feet that he washed You will weep for me as I gnash my teeth And you mourn the faith that I lost You think you're the fortunate ones You think you're the fortunate ones Marking your children with shame from the day they were born Walking backwards from birth When they open their eyes Will you weep when they burn? I can taste the ash on my tongue Underneath the feet that he washed You will weep for me as I gnash my teeth And you mourn the faith that I lost Christen me with tears Christen me with tears I can taste the ash on my tongue Underneath the feet that he washed You will weep for me as I gnash my teeth I can taste the ash on my tongue Underneath the feet that he washed You will weep for me as I gnash my teeth And you mourn the faith that I lost Will you weep for me?