Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And if I die before I awake I hope the Lord won't hesitate To pluck my coffin from the ground He need not heed the neighbors now And throw me up for all to see The flies of August swarming me Under your skin, I'm digging in Under your skin, I'm digging in Well, I don't know, but I've been told The road to Heaven is paved with gold And if I die before I awake Sticks and stones can break my bones And boys can make me kick and moan But when I want it auto-drive Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And if I die before I awake I hope the Lord won't hesitate To pluck my coffin from the ground He need not heed the neighbors now And throw me up for all to see The flies of August swarming me Positive t-cell regeneration Regeneration, regeneration Positive t-cell regeneration