i am a tool for the land
and the bones in my hand
mean as much as sand
so when i look at the time
and see 11: 39
my anxious heart tick starts to not feel so right
i'm sorry for things
and i'm sorry it seems
that i have no faith in the most obvious things
please walk on my grave
plant on top flowers, but erase my name
please walk on my grave
plant on top flowers, but erase my name
i am a tool for the land
the bones in my hand
mean as much as sand
when i'm home at night,
tired feeling right,
i flip through the channels then turn out the light
i listen to them: never borrow or lend
there'll be no sleep 'til i'm home again
please walk on my grave
plant on top flowers but erase my name
oh, please walk on my grave
plant on top flowers but erase my name

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