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