when i give my body back to the earth don t put in no box like y all have done since i was birthed let my bones disperse feed me to the cows feed me to the chickens and the sows feed me to the ones that i eat now when i let the last breath go out of my lungs don t burn me like no witch like y all have done since i was young let my blood be run feed me to the land feed me to where i have played my hand feed me to the ground on which i stand feed me to the land feed me to where i have played my hand feed me to the ground on which i stand well there ain t no way in hell i m gonna lie in no grave i m out of use i ve become fuel for the and there ain t no way in hell i m gonna let myself be burned my bones still ache give me rest the circle must be turned the circle must be turned
['alternative americana']