I Got

In the night where I live
There's strange force in your kiss oh
All's divine in desire

With an ire of philosophy
Burning scrolls in the naked heat
Oh how coy is your little boy. No!

Cause I know it don't read that well. Yeah!
I got buried
No it won't be long before I rise in
I got buried
No it won't be long. Yeah!

In the night where I live
Your children sway they fuel the kitch
Raise their glass to Soviet cries in the ward
And in shadows

Outright, in times of old
Fumes are falling, smell them burn
Like always, yes always
Now here!

Cause I know it don't read that well
And I know, only time will tell me
I got buried
No it won't be long before I rise in
I got buried
No it won't be long before I rise in song

And I know it don't read that well, yeah
I got buried
No it won't be long before I rise in
I got oh buried
Oh no
Cause I know I got you