Buried in a mountain
down a shaft dark and deep
mounds of gold and miners' bones
in a wreath laid at my feet
Below the soaring falcon
with a chicken in its beak
but above the place they damn me
every time my name they speak

I don't care where you bury me

Near some braggart poet
cut down in a duel
or some devil-loving whining singer
found drowned in his pool

or in some sunken pirate ship
our bleached bones wrapped in rags
or in the arms of a student shot
for pissing on the flag

I don't care where you bury me
'cause I will never die

Bring on your fearsome Reaper
I'll hold that pansy upside down
I'll shake the souls from all his pockets
and buy all hell a round
Send your foulest demon
I'll choke him with his tongue
Send all your cutthroat lawyers, man
I'll make them eat their young
Yum Yum

Far from where my minions lie
bent over at their knees
the stain of yes upon their lips
the grease of if you please

My thumbprint on their backs
I smoked them all like weed
I smoked them 'til the ashes
fell behind my teeth

I don't care where you bury me

In the dirt floor of the whorehouse
below the bedspring squeak
I'll poison the ivy by the window
through which the children peek

My clutching hand thrust through the dirt
oh the horror with mystique
will paint the flush of guilt and death
across their loins and cheeks

I don't care where you bury me
'cause I will never die

I don't care where you bury me
'cause I will never die
I'll break out as you lower me
and spit right in your eye-aca