Bury Me Under a Palm Tree

They write the name of the hills here 45 feet high
So your dreams have an epitaph when they go there to die
Who needs self preservation
When you've got sunshine?

I don't like this city
No one here likes me
Oh, this place is killing me
'Cause I know how I got here
But not why I stay
So when I go
Please bury me under a palm tree

No one here gets older
They just melt together
They pay the doctor to make 'em alive forever
But you're not fooling anyone
With that AstroTurf on your lawn

I don't like this city
No one here likes me
Oh, this place is killing me
'Cause I know how I got here
But not why I stay
So when I go
Please bury me under a palm tree
Under a palm tree
So when I go
Please bury me under a palm tree