Dig Right in Me - Bosnian Rainbows

You dig right in me

Without a spoon of a hole

And when I walk now

The wound has grown by the years

You kiss my brown eye

Almost a shell of a man

School haunts the children

Which makes me sick til' I die

Sick til' I die

Shame crowns the waste that falls from me

Stark crawls the frame of used to be

You kiss my brown eye

Almost a shell of a man

School haunts the children

Which makes me sick til' I die

Sick til' I die

You dig right in me

The wound has grown by the years

Home haunts the children

Which makes me sick til' I die