My days of wishful thinking Soldiers of sorrow sinking Words dance, beginning riddle And in the end, and in the middle Deep will I dig, I Here's a nickel for your time and a dollar for your dime Just another night of laying low I see a shovel in the hand of a wild-eyed man With a mission and a goal below But I don't want to, you don't want to We don't want to know And forgotten are the cross, and the naked and the lost And the lover of the tired and cold I've learned of this religion But I've lost my peaceful vision Girl ghost is in the stairway
She likes it when I rub my eyes Deep will I dig, I So give a smile and a cringe to the lunatic fringe I'm a little tired of saying so See the spin and the whirl of a wide-eyed girl Still digging for an honest soul But I don't want to, you don't want to We don't want to know And dying on the cross for the sick and the lost Is the lover that I long to know Useless and empty...is it? World stupid, loveless limits With immune-deficient fathers Sick sons and dying daughters Deep will i dig, I