Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Underground, artist - Kimya Dawson. Date of issue: 27.12.2009
Song language: English
Underground |
| My head is pounding, I can’t stop the pounding |
| I think it is going to explode |
| And kill everybody who’s in close proximity |
| To the place I call my home |
| And they’ll make a moving «made for TV» movie |
| For Life Time all about my life |
| That ends with an epitaph one that will make you laugh |
| That says «Great mom okay wife» |
| At it’ll be funny to the people who know me |
| Who know if my body’s not burned |
| My soul will spend an eternity in misery |
| Tethered and bound to this earth |
| So I’m not a dick or a stick in the mud |
| Always ruining things for my friends |
| I mustn’t forget when I see the sun set that |
| Tomorrow it will rise again |
| So I tattoo instructions on my ass |
| That say «don't ever put this body in a casket |
| Burn it and put the ashes in a basket |
| And throw them in the Puget Sound |
| I don’t ever want to be underground» |
| Oh no, oh no |
| I’m wearing size thirteen basketball shoes |
| And lavender fishnets, I’m freaked out and fucked up |
| And I’m standing alone in an alley with you |
| Wanting to show you a cure for your hiccups |
| But instead I close my eyes |
| The needles are numbered so I’m writing you letters |
| And I cannot disguise |
| The fact that I’m nervous when we are together |
| And so I fantasize |
| That the nights will get shorter and the days will get better |
| I feel a kick inside and decide |
| If this is a girl I’m naming her Heather |
| She’ll look just like you, but her hair will be feathered |
| She’ll say how you died before you ever met her |
| Her hair will be feathered |
| My head is pounding, I can’t stop the pounding |
| I think it is going to explode |
| There are plus and minuses to sinusitis |
| Like sometimes I get to go home |
| But mostly it hurts so bad I think I’m dying |
| I just blew my nose and now I feel like crying |
| And the dreams I have are all of my past lives |
| And the seizures would paralyze me in the night |
| And I wake up, clutching my teddy bear tight |
| And I’m drooling and trying to turn on the light |
| All I can do is hold fast and sit tight |
| But what if they forget, 'cause you know they just might |
| So I tattoo instructions on my ass |
| That say «don't ever put this body in a casket |
| Burn it and put the ashes in a basket |
| And throw them in the Puget Sound |
| I don’t ever want to be underground» |
| Oh no, oh no |