Darla Farmer - History lyrics

History seems like it didn't exist Just a photograph or A fictitious book that I read My father had his sins Pa**ed down to me It makes me shake It makes me spin It leaves me sick And in the corner again We must dig that dirt For all the gold lies in the earth We get tired and we sleep Because we know Our holes can only be so deep Now I'm laying low Huddled beneath my sheets Forgetting my living ghosts Trying to get back sincerity Just when i thought I'd never be lonely again You said you needed to go home And now I'm left alone Kicking gravel all alone We must dig that dirt Fir all the gold that lies in the earth We get tired and we sleep Because we know Our holes can only be so deep