Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
This is my last song about myself, about my friends; found something else to sing
Try to patch it up with tape and twine, maybe I'll just break everything that's mine
They wheeled out my casket, they said, "Boy, lay down your head"
And I said, "Aw shit, man, I ain't even dead"
I won't be buried 'fore I'm [dead]
"You know your friend who's a real yo-yo, and she's always cryin' and no one knows why"
She's gonna be alright
Lost her past in a fuzzy fire, wasn't even drunk; just a little tired last night
And they took her to the doctor, fix her heart, and heal her head
She said, "Goddamn, I'm tired of being polite
Go save somebody else [instead]"
Friend of mine drank something fine, choked to death before his time last night
He said, "Found that thing you really need, cough it on down 'til you can't breathe alright"
Everyone'll be there at the burial in your head, and a tear or two they'll shed
Then they're gonna go digging in your hole and find: someone else instead
Make someone else feel dead instead
Oh, he didn't like people much at all, tasted better with alcohol, you know how that one goes
Realized he'd missed his whole life; kissed his dog, and shot his wife last night
And they pulled him to a preacher, police said, "Pray your final prayers"
He said, "Aw shit, man, I don't even care
Oh, I ain't fit and [nothin's fair]"
Read a clue in his killin' eyes, went and found a victim who was still alive, my my- what a surprise
She shook the dirt from her rotten hair, "You guys are late, I don't care" "Better late than never dear"
They took her to the prison, she sat across from him and she sighed and she said, "Fuck you, I wanted just to die
How come you, baby boy, you
You can't do a damn thing right?
You can't do any damn thing right"
This is my last song about inside, goin' out; find somewhere else to hide
Out late at night on an empty street, everyone I know walkin' beside me
Oh, I ain't done a damn thing right, but one more try before I die-
How 'bout tonight?
They wheeled out my casket, they said, "Boy, lay down your head"
And I said, "Believe me, I wish that I was dead!"
But as long as I've been running, well this one thing stunnin' is this big hole in my head
As long as I've been running, well, I might just be becoming
Someone else instead
How come you, baby boy, you
You can't do a damn thing right?
You can't do any damn thing right
Buriedfed was written by Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson.
Buriedfed was produced by Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson & Chris Taylor.
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson released Buriedfed on Wed May 06 2015.