I'm digging a grave
And the earth below me is moist grassy clay
In walls without windows I will stay
I wonder what my two cent friends will say
I saw someone get buried yesterday
Their friend's two cents were spoken
Then the people parted ways
Taking comfort in a long life they await
But that long life gets shorter by the day
And the years roll by faster, till the sun begins to set
May as well be dead although I am not yet
So I'm digging a grave
And the earth below me is moist grassy clay
In walls without windows I will stay
I wonder what my two cent friends will say
I'm digging a grave
And the earth below me is moist grassy clay
In walls without windows I will stay
I wonder what my two cent friends will say