Buried Child Songtext
von Cornbugs

Buried child
In a little wooden box
Buried child
Down under the rocks

Who could have put him there
In his little coffin clothes?
Who could have left him there?
So cold he probably froze

Buried child
Buried child
Buried child
Buried child

Buried child
In a little wooden box
Buried child
Down under the rocks


Who could have put her there
In her little coffin clothes?
Who could have left her there?
So cold she probably froze

Did he have a name
Did he go too soon
If it′s a boy let's call him Salton
If it′s a girl then Wanda June

Buried child
Buried child
Buried child
The tears, the tears, the tears

Buried child
Not much flesh left on the bone
Buried child
So sad, so all alone

Buried child
With your little boney toes
Buried child
I can hear your fingernails grow
With tears and tears and tears


Buried child
Buried child
Buried child
Buried child
Buried child
Buried child

Buried child in a little wooden box
Buried child down underneath the rocks
Who could have put her there, in her coffin clothes?
Who could have left her there, so cold she probably froze?

Buried child
Buried child

Buried child
Little wooden box
Buried child
Down under the rocks

Who could have put her there
In her little coffin clothes?
Who could have left her there?
So cold she probably froze

Did he have a name?
Did he go too soon?
If it's a boy let's call him Salton
If it′s a girl then Wanda June

Buried child
Buried child
The tears, the tears, the tears

Buried child
Not much flesh left on the bone
Buried child
So sad, so all alone

Buried child
With your little cold toes
Buried child
Aren′t your fingernails cold?

The tears, the tears, the tears

Buried child, I'm so happy for you
Buried child, with your eyeball goo
Dribbling down your chin
Buried child, move over and let me in

Buried child
The tears, the tears, the tears

Buried child, I′m so happy for you
Buried child, with your eyeball goo
Dribbling down your chin
Buried child, move over and let me in