Cremate Me

I want my ashes used as seasoning

There's a hole in my head with a feeling that I'm dead
With a feeling that I'm dead
With a feeling that I'm dead
When the sun dries my eyes and buzzards peck me alive
Anyway I die my love will cremate me

There's a gash in my lung where the smoke is coming from
Where the smoke is coming from
Where the smoke is coming from
When my smoke burns the ozone and birds peck my bones
If i die all alone my love will cremate me