Produced by Marco Martinez Music and Lyrics Written by Jeremy Anderson

Last night I had a dream The world had cured all its suffering No more wars, no more disease No casualties or tragedies

A perfect paradise Opened up right before my eyes The people finally realized All the fighting kept us from the prize

And I don’t wanna be The one to read the eulogy In this procession Slaves to our possessions

And I don’t wanna see The ones I love To have to struggle for a living When It’s our own graves we’re digging

Let us rise and say

Don't wanna work in the field no more Mama said it’s part of the daily chore I work all my bones to the very core It’s a Grave Situation

Don't wanna fight for the Man no more Don’t even know what I’m fighting for They’ll Bury the world just to win the war It’s a grave situation

Last night I had a dream Now I see its a reality And now I know how it could be If we all work collectively Toward a perfect paradise Where no one has to pay the tithe And no one has to give their life Or work the late shift through the night

And I don’t wanna be The one to read the eulogy In this procession Slaves to our possessions

And I don’t wanna see The ones I love To have to struggle for a living When It’s our own graves we’re digging•

Let us bow our heads and pray

Don't wanna work in the field no more Mama said it’s part of the daily chore I work all my bones to the very core It’s a Grave Situation

Don't wanna fight for the Man no more I don’t even know what I’m fighting for They’ll Bury the world just to win the war It’s a grave situation