Текст песни teen suicide - The Stomach of the Earth

will I rest my head in heaven
or will I sleep in the stomach of the earth?
I'm not afraid of what might happen
getting dressed for work
I’m crying through my haircut
deep in the stomach of the earth
a quiet day, I show up drunk
to the bank of America
the viciousness of the glee club
was legendary
the kind of thing you tell stories of
for the next few centuries
I watched the beauty
of the world condensed
tipping too much
on a twenty dollar check