Got to be buried right up to the kneenNo knife in your pocket, no trick up your sleevenKeeping my hair done until I'm replacednBack in the playpen with drool on my facenFacing off, figuringnI'm gonna quit this scenenThough you think it's a screamnNothing is seennAnd I'll never be seennSee ya laternGot to be buried right up to the kneenAnd no one can run, and no one concedesnBlood smells like NovembernBones splinter and cracknA duel to the death as the forest turns blacknFalling off of the screennI'm gonna quit this scenenThough you think it's a screamnNothing is seennAnd I'll never be seennSee ya laternI'm gonna quit this scenenThough you think it's a screamnNothing is seennAnd I'll never be seennSee ya later