Dead

You don't get out that much do ya Sleeping in the same old soil can really do that ya You could go anywhere you like, visit your grandkids or take a hike But man you look rotten, and you never leave your coffin Oh living people, where have you gone? I'm getting restless, and I don't know how to move on Last year I was picking roses, and now I'm buried decomposing Man, you don't have to be dead to lose your head Alright You don't love yourself much do ya, whoa And holding it all inside is like letting the worms crawl through ya You could see anything you please Travel the world, scare your nephew and niece But man, you gotta stop this, no one's ever seen a ghost this haunted Oh living people, where have you gone? I'm getting restless, and I don't know how to move on Last year I was picking roses, and now I'm buried decomposing Man, you don't have to be Dead Dead Dead Dead Oh living people, where have you gone? I'm getting restless, and I don't know how to move on Last year I was picking roses, and now I'm buried decomposing Man, you don't have to be dead You don't have to be dead So hold on to your head You might lose it