Dig It Up - Jace Everett

I need the pulse in the middle

I got the knife on the side

A little sway in the socket if it gets too tight

He dig it up

Now if you crack like a mountain or you stick like a stone

There’ll be blood down in the valley, yea you can’t go home

Too much blood here in the valley, at least you’re not alone

He dig it up

We give gold to the monkey

To wash away our sin

And when it’s too much honey

You can throw him back again

He dig it up

Now I’m serving silver fishies and some rusted rings

Gotta take out dinner for a fever dream

I’ve been running wild wondering if the digging never stops

Thought I hit rock bottom, but I only hit a rock

We give gold to the monkey

To wash away our sin

And when it’s too much honey

You can throw him back again

Dig it

(Alright)

He dig it up

He dig it up

Yeah!

I got a trunk full of Russians

I drilled a hole in the head

And we can drain it right down

If anybody turns up a little dead

(Alright)

He dig it up

He dig it up

He dig it up

Dig it now, now

He dig it up

He dig it up

Oh, pass me that shovel, Danny