Bury me when I die
I wanna run free in the afterlife
I wanna run around with a Vicotrian Queen
I wanna smell the roses dead under my feet
the flames and fire will be me safe and warm
no need to calll a doctor I'll just weather the storm
Bury me in mesh and lace
I wanna feel the dirt when it lands on my face
Nietzsche and Kant will greet me at the door
And a million Russian soldiers will tell me the score
Candles will burn and the devil may cry
My God, there's Joseph Stalin on a blimp in the sky
The afterlife is a hell of a place
It smells like sulfur and there ain't a lot of space
This overcrowding problem could be solved quite easily
If they stopped letting in those people from the streets
Or maybe just raised thei standards a bit
Oh yeah, did I mention it smells like shit?
Bury me on a cloud in the sky
I wanna find out what heaven is like
I'll mingle with Teresa and Princess D
I'll be sure to watch my mouth and I won't overeat
But I'll feel unwelcomed because I'd be faking a bit
They won't allowed it, I'll be forced to quit
Because heaven, just ain't for me
Cause you aren't allowed to cuss and it's eerliy neat
Everything is life and it makes me want to do
Someone take me off of this cloud in the sky
I don't wanna be here
And I just want to go back to Earth
Ian Russell took isolation as a chance to get closer with his guitar, resulting in this lovely set of meditative acoustic instrumentals. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2020