To all the given-ups, the special needs crew
To all those who were told we didn't need you
To all the people who are eating all alone
You know something fucked that kid up good
To all those who wake up at dawn
Underpaid and then they're shit upon
To all my friends who never had a chance

To those who closed their eyes, thinking they'd be better off
For now
To those who felt that the gods kept them from getting out
This town

To spite as
A reason
To clothes out
Of season
To those stuck
In caskets
As nails hammer in
Just keep screaming out
I'm still not dead
I'm still not dead

And to the ugly ones (oh!) with the bad teeth
Staring at the pretty people that they can't meet
Staring at the magazines on the endcaps
That fuck your head up good
To all those buried in the ground
God knows I wish you were around
To laugh and cuss about what's going down
To those who stand watching the last bus as it drives away
Again
To those who see that by not playing and not giving in
They win

To have no
Good reason
To no cuts
And lesions
And to the
Confusion
Of our enemies
Just keep screaming out

I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet)
I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet)
I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet)
I'm still not dead (Don't bury me yet, ow!)
Right! Right! Right! Right!
Right! Right! Right! Right!