I am a tool for the land And the bones in my hand Mean as much as sand ♪ So when i look at the time And see 11: 39 My anxious heart tick starts to not feel so right I'm sorry for things And i'm sorry it seems That i have no faith in the most obvious things Please walk on my grave Plant on top flowers, but erase my name Please walk on my grave Plant on top flowers, but erase my name ♪ I am a tool for the land The bones in my hand Mean as much as sand ♪ When i'm home at night, Tired feeling right, I flip through the channels then turn out the light I listen to them: "never borrow or lend" There'll be no sleep 'til i'm home again Please walk on my grave Plant on top flowers but erase my name Oh, please walk on my grave Plant on top flowers but erase my name