If I die young, bury me in nuggets
Lay me down in a, bed of mosins
Sink me in cosmoline, at dawn
Send me away with the words of mother russia

Uh oh, uh oh

lord make us a BRRRRRRRRRRT, We'll rain death down on the bubbas
nuggets'll know they're safe with you when they stand unraped by dremels, oh well
the bore ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but they bury dead daily

The sharp knife of a nuggets life, well
I've had just enough time

If I die young, bury me in nuggets
Lay me down in a bed of mosins
Sink me in cosmoline at dawn
Send me away with the words of mother russia

The sharp knife of a ronery life, well
I've had just enough time

And I'll be wearing red, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as greased as the spaghetti all over my fingers,
I've never known the lovin' of a finn
But it sure felt nice what i was holdin' in my hand,
There's a shop here in town, says they'll carry some forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a counterbored life, well,
I've had just enough time

So put on your bayonets and I'll wear my trip
What I never did is done

A penny for my rounds, oh no, inflation sells 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after imports are a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when they"re gone how people start listenin'

If I die young, bury me in nuggets
Lay me down in a bed of mosins
Sink me in cosmoline at dawn
Send me away with the words of mother russia

Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a gun (oh, uh)
Go with greasy beards
Gather butthurt tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna use 'em, oh

The sharp knife of a neckbeards life, well
I've had just enough time

So put on your bayonets and I'll wear my trip