I'm bleeding me Caught under wheels roll I can't take it Oh, the bleeding of me Can't stop to save my soul I take the leash that's bleeding me I'm diggin' my way I'm diggin' my way to somethin' I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better I'm pushin' to stay

Freak magnet Straitjacket Pushin' back at you Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak

It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line

She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (Nobody) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (Making it worse) Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past I'm a whole different person (A whole

It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line

I suffer well I've killed my fears a thousand times, I've been oppressed I'm digging in and found another reason to confess I set on fire what's out my house so I can see the mess Just take it all and burn it all, until there's nothing left Got amnesia,

Diggin' my grave Diggin' my, diggin' my, diggin' my You've been up all night You've been out all night So keep on runnin' 'round Ain't no need to hurry back 'Cause I'll be gone from here You'll be all dressed up in black Six feet under, baby, that's

There's nothing I can change (digging my own) And I regret (digging my own) How I walked away (digging my own) Now I'm digging my own grave (digging my own) Now I'm digging my own Digging my own grave I'm here and gone I'm dead and done

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint

Over the edge I want to believe To the need what you say and the art you create You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy I want to preserve this legacy Again we'll wash away the blood And all the years will start to rust Crashing waves to the fire of