Dig It Boy

Somebody's out there
He's been there before
Said he's out there
Digging a hole in the floor

Or are my eyes still red
Or is my conscience dead
Or are my eyes still red
Or are my eyes still

Soul's hollering
You better dig it, boy
Mind altering

Black hornets swoop from the sky's above
Breed maggots that feast on the bones of the dove

Or are my eyes still red
Or is my conscience dead
Or are my eyes still red
Or are my eyes still

Soul's hollering
You better dig it, boy
Mind altering

Soul's hollering
You better dig it, boy
Mind altering you

Field trip to the mortuary
All's well that ends well
Field trip to the mortuary
All's well that ends well

Or I stay well
Or I stay well