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Dig
by Engines Made From Soup
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Who's won... you're a sick one
Digging with your literary fingers
You can sell some...
You've gotta big boss man
Who can stand when it... hits the fan
So you ran with the vilest anchor-man
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
Who's won, dignity gone
Digging with a knife in the back
You can finish them
You've got to sleep in your bed
With the cries in your... sick head
'Cause they didn't say any of the words we read
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
You fake a line
And know it's gonna kill them
Then leave a mine
Don't care about the hurt and then
You ride away
Rolls Royce or Cadillac
So called professional, you're a
So called professional, or just a hack?
Who's won you're the sick one
Digging in your mind's dark holes
Now the tide is done
You've gotta live with the gun
Pressing up against your head, just run
It's done, was it worth that bit of fun?
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
Who's won... you're a sick one
Digging with your literary fingers
You can sell some...
You've gotta big boss man
Who can stand when it... hits the fan
So you ran with the vilest anchor-man
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
You fake a line
And know it's gonna kill them
Then leave a mine
Don't care about the hurt and then
You ride away
Rolls Royce or Cadillac
So called professional, you're a
So called professional, or just a hack?
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
Who's won... you're a sick one
Digging with your literary fingers
You can sell some...
You've gotta big boss man
Who can stand when it... hits the fan
So you ran with the vilest anchor-man
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
Who's won, dignity gone
Digging with a knife in the back
You can finish them
You've got to sleep in your bed
With the cries in your... sick head
'Cause they didn't say any of the words we read
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
You fake a line
And know it's gonna kill them
Then leave a mine
Don't care about the hurt and then
You ride away
Rolls Royce or Cadillac
So called professional, you're a
So called professional, or just a hack?
Who's won you're the sick one
Digging in your mind's dark holes
Now the tide is done
You've gotta live with the gun
Pressing up against your head, just run
It's done, was it worth that bit of fun?
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
Who's won... you're a sick one
Digging with your literary fingers
You can sell some...
You've gotta big boss man
Who can stand when it... hits the fan
So you ran with the vilest anchor-man
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
You fake a line
And know it's gonna kill them
Then leave a mine
Don't care about the hurt and then
You ride away
Rolls Royce or Cadillac
So called professional, you're a
So called professional, or just a hack?
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Don't stop the figurative
Ink flows, low blows
Don't care who knows
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Not clever, not big
So called professionals, don't you know
