Growing arms, growing arms
You're shaking hands in high places
You've got everything you want
But you've lost your art
You're patient and pensive
You're aging and halting
It's clearly resulting
In digging your own grave
Growing arms, growing arms
You're shaking hands in high places
You've got everything you wanted
You're losing your art, darling
You're patient and pensive
You're aging and halting
It's clearly resulting
In digging your own
You're digging your own
You're digging your own
Grave