Peace be to those who keep everything underneath
But me, I can't keep anything from breakin'
Stroll into the place where your mother lay
Right in her deathbed
And roll down to the grave where your father stay
'Fore his face filled with lead
Think of all your debts, smotherin' inside your head
Weary are the rest of your
Idle thoughts they'd cave, and send your love another way
So you could never rest