I have good vision and some solid bones
I hope that makes up for my lungs
All of the parts that can be used, let them be used
If I leave anything that runs
Wrap up whatever's left in cloth
Forget the wood, skip on the box
It is just dirt
It doesn't hurt
Don't fill me full of chemicals, I did enough of them
Don't paint my body up for show
Don't let me poison anything, I did enough of that
For once, let me help something grow
Wrap up whatever's left in cloth
Forget the stone, welcome the moss
It doesn't hurt
It is just dirt