 Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw them up and let something shine Going out of my f***ing mind Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this noose String me up from atop these roofs Line it tight so I won't get loose Truth is, you can stop and stare Run myself out and no one cares Dug a trench out, lay down there With a shovel up out of reach somewhere Yeah, someone pour it in Make it a dirt dance floor again Say your prayers and strap it out When they bring that chorus in I beat it out, dig and dig