8 Feet Undergroud

Smokey Sunday, I'm not sulking
Sun ain't breaking, I'm not broken.
Hold me, hold me, hold me down.
A little deeper 'til I drown.
When I'm 8 feet underground

I'm the change between the seats.
I'm the crumbs beneath the sheets.
Hold me, hold me, hold me down.
A little deeper 'til I drown.
When I'm 8 feet underground

Killing time on broken clocks
Search for prizes at the bottom of the box

Take my burdens for a spin
Take your sorrows for a swim.
And hold them, hold them, hold them down.
A little deeper 'til they drown.
When we're 8 feet underground