Connie Britton Buried Under
I wish that I didn't have to see
A confidante as an enemy
Counting lies and the lines you cross
Helplessly, I can only watch
Imagine words as a ricochet
Honesty that'll never pay
Your convictions I believe
Like an apparition haunting me
Now, the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still, I know
The secret of a life you're guilty of
The smoking gun is what I found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Ooh, I'm buried under
I'm trying to tread through sinkin' sand
In your way, you know I can't stand
What I thought was meant to be
Is a broken heart weighing down on me
Now, the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still, I know
The secret of a life you're guilty of
The smoking gun is what I found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Oh, I'm buried under
Yeah, I'm buried under
Oh, I'm buried under
Can you fall for the wings of a dove
When the clever wolf is the one you love
Now, the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still, I know
The secret of a life you're guilty of
The smoking gun is what I found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Ooh, I'm buried under
I wish that I didn't have to see
A confidante as an enemy
