thirteen feet under the ground, I won't make a sound   I promise you this...      if the shoe fits, they say wear it,   I say fuck them, I say fuck this,   I've got two hands, make that two fists,   you won't like me when I'm like this,   I could really care less about that   I say what I say...I say what I want      all I ask is that you bury me deep, at least   thirteen feet under the ground, I won't make a sound   I promise you this...      I can witness, my own train wreck   leaves a bad taste and a stiff neck,   but my backbone, is the backbeat   I'm still breathing, I am dead meat,   I won't even make you take it back,   I don't care what you say, mind what you say      all I ask is that you bury me deep   so I can get some sleep   I won't make a peep...when I'm thirteen feet under the ground,   I won't make a sound   I promise you this...