DiG!

by Big Special

From the album: Postindustrial Hometown Blues

Track 15 of 26 on Postindustrial Hometown Blues (2024).

Duration: 5:42

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Lyrics for DiG!

Down Down Down Down The moon is a thumbprint on a dirty window The disciples line up outside the bingo Under a neon sign that says hope' That flashes pink and indigo Character collector, cheerio You're not quite a mother-fucker But you're a mother-love-maker And we're not impressed by your boat shoes And your high-vis windbreaker You can shave you're own throat I'm saving my skin I dunno what costume drama you think You're starring in I can see right through your cocktail shaker Move along and don't tell your friends I'm living to my means by no ends No story here, closed eyes and no fear Swan-diving into the void For a 10-bag and a half-inched breadbaker Down Down Down Down I'm just trying to get us to the sea We planned a holiday years ago I don't know if we'll last another summer indoors We've been through a lot y'know But we haven't seen anything together We don't want to be here forever We hope to leave before we're old The days are getting shorter And the nights are always cold And the wind whistles bad news Through the flapping of the flagpoles Every day is a balancing act Tired of living on the branch Trying to find truth and defy fact Like we were only born to pay bills and dig holes But that's the way it is I'm told We hope to leave before we're old The days are getting shorter And I can't be alone, Let alone be bold All the eyes are on me and their voices scatter like roaches They wear their ignorance as broaches With long and heartless sleeves I've had enough We've got to go I won't be killed off screen in the snow I want to do something before we're below Standing on the overpass This is where we bellow And breath smoke Until it hangs like a painted cloud over England Even though We've nothing to do With nothing to show We've just got to go We've just got to go We've just got to go Dig! Dig on down Til you come out of the sky and back around Dig son, dig the ground You're gonna bury this mother-fucking town And everyone that put you down Grit and spite Will do you right If you can make it through the night So dig, Dig on down Down Down Down Down

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