Brock Zeman - Claws lyrics

Tin room is cackling like an old man with a belly full of wine And the rain washed the moon right off of the sky There's a thick fog rolling right across the road And it looks like the Devil's cigarette smoke Clawed its way on up, on up from the ground Clawed its way on up, from the ground, from the ground Somebody must have forgot to shut the gates of hell It clawed its way on up from the ground I said to my sorrow “I'm gonna shed you once and for all” And the shovel said to the dirt “Get on outta my hole” I packed it down nice and neat, then I walked away Thorny brambles were growing everywhere the very next day Clawed its way on up, on up from the ground Clawed its way on up from the ground, from the ground I tried setting them on fire and I tried hacking them down It clawed its way on up from the ground There is misery weighing down a chilly October wind I'm watching out my window, wondering just where it's gonna land Hell is standing room only and they're running out of air If heaven don't open up them gates soon boys, you better beware They'll be clawing on up, on up from the ground They'll be clawing on up from the ground, from the ground The mud will get soft and let out a hissing sound As they're clawing on up from the ground