Listen to the song and sing along!
Buried Where? (I want to know)
This city needs to be proud of you
There’s nothing to show for what you made
But stones beneath the feet of strangers
Who pulled the weeds to find your grave
Why are you buried where you died
Why is there such a great divide
Why isn’t history aligned
Why are you buried where you died
Somebody needs to tell your story
The law could write your name in blue
And golden strands of heavens glory
Should pass the heritage to you
Why are you buried where you died
Why is there such a great divide
Why isn’t history aligned
Why are you buried where you died
I want to know
Who made blue stone
Who the druids were
Who the games were for
The godless children’s names
The industry remains
The artists like Burne-Jones
To walk the catacombs
The moon society
To set the spirits free
They all relate to me
Why are you buried where you died
Why is there such a great divide
Why isn’t history aligned
Why are you buried where you died
Repeat M8 (To End)
Somebody Knows
(Copywrite Rachel Mayfield)