DiG!

The Moon is a thumbprint on a dirty window

The disciples line up outside the bingo

Under a neon sign that says 'Hope'

That flashes pink and indigo

Character collector, cheerio

You're not quite a motherfucker

But you're a mother lovemaker

And we're not impressed by your boat shoes or your high-vis windbreaker

You can shave your own throat, I'm saving my skin

I don't know what costume drama you think you're starring in

I can see right through your cocktail shaker

Move along and don't tell your friends

I'm living to my means by no ends

No story here, closed eyes and no fear

Swan diving into the void for a ten-bag and a half-inched bread baker

I’m just trying to get us to the sea, we planned a holiday years ago

I don't think we'll last another summer indoors

We’ve been through a lot, you know, but we haven’t seen anything together

We don’t wanna be here forever, we hope to leave before we’re old

The days are getting shorter and the nights are always cold

And the wind whistles bad news through the flapping of the flagpoles

Everyday’s a balancing act, tired of living on the branch

Trying to find truth and defy fact, like we’re only born to pay bills and dig holes

But that’s the way it is I’m told, I hope to leave before we’re old

The days are getting short and I can’t be alone, let alone be bold

All the eyes are on me and their voices scatter like roaches

They wear their ignorance’s broaches with long and heartless sleeves

I’ve had enough, we’ve got to go

I won’t be killed offscreen in the snow

I want to do something before we’re below

Standing on the overpass, this is where we bellow

And breathe smoke ‘til it hangs like a painted cloud over England

Even though we’ve nothing to do, we’ve nothing to show

We’ve just got to go

We’ve just got to go

We’ve just got to go

We’ve just got to go

Dig

Dig on down

Till you come out of the sky back around

Dig, son

Dig the ground

You’re gonna bury this motherfucking town

And everyone that put you down

Grit and spite will do you right

If you could make it through the night

So, dig

Dig on down

Down, down

Dig

Dig on down

Till you come out of the sky back around

Dig, son

Dig the ground

You’re gonna bury this motherfucking town

And everyone that put you down

Grit and spite will do you right

If you could make it through the night

So, dig

Dig on down

Down, down

Dig

Dig on down

Till you come out of the sky back around

Dig, son

Dig the ground

You’re gonna bury this motherfucking town

And everyone that put you down

Grit and spite will do you right

If you could make it through the night

So, dig

Dig on down

Down, down