[Intro]
I'll tell you what right now and this ain't some fuckin' bullshit
You guys have been in the fuckin' - definitely in the fucking top five audiences on this motherfuckin' tour
I'm gonna say in the top fuckin' three, what do you think about that?
Actually, fuck it, Metallica came from here, you're number one
Can you go out of your fuckin' mind for me?
All these fuckin' sick-ass pits have been down here today
Right now, can you go that extra mile?
Can you go out of your fuckin' mind right now?
San Francisco, fuck you, can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Bullshit, San Francisco, can you dig it?
I wanna see everyone in this place go out of their fuckin' mind, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go, go, go, go, no

[Chorus]
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was

[Verse 1]
I would love to beat the face
Of any motherfucker that's thinkin' they can change me
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold
If you want a piece of me I broke the motherfuckin' mold
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

[Chorus]
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was

[Verse 2]
I struggle in violated space
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while you try
To fuck me

[Chorus]
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was, you ain't fuckin' changing me
[Post-Chorus]
One last time, let me see your hands
C'mon, motherfucker
C'mon, motherfucker
C'mon, motherfucker

[Bridge]
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank, motherfucker

[Chorus]
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

[Outro]
Wish you were committing suicide
Suckin' on a motherfuckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel
Bombs away
Fuck yeah, we are Mudvayne, we'll see you next time
Enjoy your fuckin' day of music, remember it's your fuckin' day
Take care, man