History repeats pressure make it quit age old slavery plan exploitation of man when I die bury me in the dirt where I won't need no money and I won't have to work when I die bury me in the dirt six feet under six feet under A picture perfect portrait of life I feel deep well that lies below us a deep well's this hell I feel always a hand above with their big fat pockets lined with greed always a mouth above saying one for you and ten for me when I die bury me in the dirt where I won't need no money and I won't have to work when I die bury me in the dirt six feet under six feet under Let me make one thing clear I never asked to be here I came in this world alone and when I leave I leave alone