I'm making a note here,
Writing it in permanent blood.
Red, finality. I'm making a list,
And checking it over and over and over and...


I'm burying the hatchet,
I'm shaking your hand,
I'm grinning on the outside,
Being the better man.

I'm writing the plans,
Devising the schemes,
Questioning my plans,
Questioning my dreams.

It's not going on a wall,
It's not going to be on air,
You won't see it now,
But maybe I'll see you there.

I've got my shovel,
I've got my gloves,
I'm singing the lyrics to that tune
That everybody loves.

(Whip it, whip it good)

I've got determination,
I've got the drive,
I was just waiting
For someone to push me over the side.

I've buried the hatchet,
I've buried your hand,
I've buried that smile.
I've buried a man.