Bury me in mud tonightnUnderneath the moon shining through the pinesnYou can hear the angels screaming with delightnnNow, I'm crawling up your steps tonightnPeeping through your peeping holenI'll be buzzing like a moth 'round your porch lightnBut, If you don't call out my name, I will not be all rightnnIf you don't call out my name, I will not be all rightnnYou can chain me to your kitchen chairnBut you can't deny what has brought us therenYou can fake it if you want, I can wait all nightnIf you don't call out my name, I will not be all rightnnIf you don't call out my name, I will not be all rightnIf you don't call out my name, I will not be all right