Them Pulp Criminals - (Don't Bury Me in) Sacred Ground | Текст песни

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Don't bury me in sacred ground
Call off your holy man
Don't let the cross, your savior's burden
Become my fate as well
Don't mourn me, call me \"prodigal son\"
I will not pass the buck
For I have led a sinner's life
And I don't give a fuck

Don't bury me in sacred ground
My deeds may live to tell
I am not worth you heaven's splendor
I'd rather stick wth Hell
I fought and bled and took what's mine
And what was not for me
But never did I looked a 'back
And left this world as free

Don't bury me in sacred ground
Let lone my poor old corpse
Whatever people say I am,
The truth is I'm much worse
I was no martyr, was no saint
Was not my parent's pride
But I will leave with iron fist
And fire in my eye