Digging Up the Graves
Far too many times you hold and tow the line
Even when you're caught finding out how bad it can be. And you get brought down to your knees. Well I heard you got a thirst for truth My friends have got some work for you You may be gone a day or two and awake with the rising sun. Might even get to hold a gun. That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves. La di da di da La di da di da. So it might seem like your work's cut out And your judgement may cloud up with doubt But when that feedback makes that moanin sound Bet your lips will curl to a smile And you'll feel lost for a while. Then you'll be prayin for the seventh curse, For the river to run in reverse Cause everything always gets worse Before it ends. And the last S.O.S. gets sent. That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves. La di da di da La di da di da. Now don't ask how we came up with it Just shut your mouth and read the script Another diplomat gets blown to bits And then, the picture's gonna fade Smile, babe, we're all "self made" And there ain't nothin but fake gold and jewels In the hearts of those that follow you But without us, how could you, how could you... How could you get along? C'mon, have we ever steered you wrong? That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves. La di da di da La di da di da. That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves. |
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