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