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Dawn of Doo-Wop: Vol. 1: Digging the Roots (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Digging Your Scene: The Best of the Blow Monkeys (The Blow Monkeys) · Digging in the Dirt [#1] (Peter Gabriel) · Digging Your Own Grave (The Abuse) · Digging in the Crates: 1996 Volume 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Digging in the Crates: 2005 Volume 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Digging Bone (Brother) · Digging In The Crates: 1998, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Digging in the Dirt [#2] (Peter Gabriel) · Digging In (Kips Bay Ceili Band) – and 90 other albums »


everybody knows
We're digging holes
By the grassy knoll

Maybe a wolf is not a devil
He just plays one on TV
Maybe a Cuban Bay stay 
Leaves you less
don't get any bigger but they don't go away

Holes in and around me I keep falling back into
Holes digging its around me
God knows what I'm gonna do
Ooh
Yeah

Lost my mind
Digging a hole
Bury a heart
Bury my soul

Six feet under
In love
In love

Inch by inch
Limb from limb
You tore
I'm digging deep inside my soul 
To bring myself out of this god-damned hole 
I rid the demons from my heart 
And found the truth was with me from
I'm digging deep inside my soul
To bring myself out of this God-damned hole
I rid the demons from my heart
And found the truth was with me from
or let it smolder away
Keep on digging your grave
Refuse? Time’s ticking away
When the walls come crashing down
Who will wear the crown

Saints! Don’t be
I'm digging deep inside my soul
To bring myself out of this God-damned hole
I rid the demons from my heart
And found the truth was with me from
of control
And we paint the walls red,
Murder the innocent
We're digging us a deeper hole
Catastrophic creations, oh

Destroy, erase the masses
When the saints go marching in
A for a heart
B for a brain
Insects and grass
Are all that remain
When the light from above
Burns a hole straight
I'm just

Climbing up mount everest
I swear it's like
Crawling from here to Memphis
Knocked senseless, like
Digging a hole to china to find
You
I'm digging deep inside my soul
To bring myself out of this God-damned hole
I rid the demons from my heart
And found the truth was with me from
Oh, Saint Lucy
I can't find the place where I need to be
Oh, Saint Lucy
Lend your eyes, to me

My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard
selfish, Oh God

No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for
start digging a hole around my feet on the ground

CHORUS

You know once in while as I sit and stare
I get the feeling that there's no one there
Look
the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden
Locking up the door

There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
Digging deep into the ground
Black gold seeking, hell bound
Enter dark shafts
Early up and old
Wrecking themselves
Misery unfolds
It eats their
Time to go

You feel my hands around your throat how deep does your soul dig in?
The shovels digging up the hole that you will someday live in

In
I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home
We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole
And make
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time

Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
her life away
Very selfish, Oh God

No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
a wannabe!!!!!!!!

I say we hang 'em high!
Used to be the man, now you're just a backstabber
My sense of trust knocked down to a lower level.
Digging a hole, you
Day by day it smells worse in the cherry bowl 
Look to the left now look to the right 
What a shit hole. hey straight "a" student, 
What did you
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king
the putting green
I popped 'em in their holes
Four and twenty laborers were laboring
And digging up their gold
I don't believe they knew that I was Long
the putting green
I popped 'em in their holes
Four and twenty laborers were laboring
And digging up their gold
I don't believe they knew that I was Long