I bought a new shirt And I got new socks But my skin's still made of memories And I wanna start fresh, I wanna start new But my skin's still made of memories, of memories And it's still a life, I am six feet up, What would a hour be Six feet under And I wanna start fresh And I wanna start new And I wanna start over, over Come come come come come Come come come come come ... And I wanna start fresh And I wanna start new And I wanna start over, over