("No, don't go back there")

You will never go back home

So when you die, turning quiet and cold

Bury you in my backyard

In a shallow grave with no flesh on the bone

'Cause I don't want nobody finding where you lay

I don't want the deputy to know of my game

So bury you in my backyard

In a shallow grave with no flesh on the bone

(Will you be screaming, huh?)

(Yeah)

(Yeah, bury you in my backyard)

Now the blade's sinking in, you will never go back home

Can't believe that I took it this far, 'cause I really dig a lot of mud for a lost soul

This is only for me, your body in the passenger seat, and I want you to crash though

Taking shots, and I'm right at the glass, with a maul in my hand and I'm breaking the back door

Got a scream and a gash and a tank full of gas, and a mask that I'll never let go of

Raise a glass to the nights that are over, eyes close when you lean back, dog, you get choked up

If the moon don't shine, I'ma still find light in the fire from the bodies I burned up

Put a bone in the drain, bury you and your chains, clawing out of the grave when the worm's up

You will never go back home

So when you die, turning quiet and cold

Bury you in my backyard

In a shallow grave with no flesh on the bone

'Cause I don't want nobody finding where you lay

I don't want the deputy to know of my game

So bury you in my backyard

In a shallow grave with no flesh on the bone

(No flesh on the bone)

(No flesh on the bone)

You've been cut, you've been crossed, you've been left, you've been lost, but can't nobody find the lake

I had people I drug look me dead in the eyes, pray they listening, lie to my face

Everybody in view and it hurts, but it's true, had to learn how to carry dead weight

Karma comes quick and the reaper don't miss, I'll be smiling while slashing my bait

Tell the ladies I love 'em, and every mistake that you made was the way that you look on the plate

Let 'em say what they want of my prey, I just hope that I ain't too late

Let the girls say whatever they think, for the record, I was never afraid of the hate

Bury you in a shallow grave, and make sure you remember my name

You will never go back home

So when you die, turning quiet and cold

Bury you in my backyard

In a shallow grave with no flesh on the bone

'Cause I don't want nobody finding where you lay

I don't want the deputy to know of my game

So bury you in my backyard

In a shallow grave with no flesh on the bone

(No flesh on the bone)

(No flesh on the bone)

(No flesh on the bone)

(No flesh on the bone)