Reincarnation
The thing that I fear most is that
I'll die and come right back
Watch concrete choke this planet
Watch our murderous leaders attack it
And if it's the end times now
Then I don't like the sound of what comes next
But I guess I'll take it
And I'll see you the next time around
Can't take another round of this stiff drink
You should cut me off at the neck, I think
Burn all the crops and salt the ground
Pray for me I don't come back
I don't want another go around
I hope I never live to see the 22nd century
I don't have much hope for our so-called "society"
I'll take what I can get today
Live as close to the land as I can
And if I die today and I'm reincarnated
Maybe next time I'll make us a plan
Maybe next time I'll make a goddamn fucking difference
By living in a tree or
At the hands of the policeman
If I'm coming right back around
Why should I even care about
My bank account or credit score?
'Cause I'll get it the next time, I swear
Can't take another round of this stiff drink
You should cut me off at the neck, I think
Burn all the crops and salt the ground
Pray for me I don't come back
I don't want another go around
I'll die and come right back
Watch concrete choke this planet
Watch our murderous leaders attack it
And if it's the end times now
Then I don't like the sound of what comes next
But I guess I'll take it
And I'll see you the next time around
Can't take another round of this stiff drink
You should cut me off at the neck, I think
Burn all the crops and salt the ground
Pray for me I don't come back
I don't want another go around
I hope I never live to see the 22nd century
I don't have much hope for our so-called "society"
I'll take what I can get today
Live as close to the land as I can
And if I die today and I'm reincarnated
Maybe next time I'll make us a plan
Maybe next time I'll make a goddamn fucking difference
By living in a tree or
At the hands of the policeman
If I'm coming right back around
Why should I even care about
My bank account or credit score?
'Cause I'll get it the next time, I swear
Can't take another round of this stiff drink
You should cut me off at the neck, I think
Burn all the crops and salt the ground
Pray for me I don't come back
I don't want another go around
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Writer(s): Avery Rogers
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