Digging a Grave - Don Dixon

I feet are in the stirrups, hands are on the musket

No more guns or sit-ups, ice is in the bucket

I said, «Feet are in the stirrups, finger on the trigger»

No more guns or sit-ups, ice is on the river

I’m just a man in chains, I’ve got to be your fool (I'm just a man in chains,

I’ve got to be your fool)

I see the future plain as day and it’s not cool (I see the future plain as day

and it’s not cool)

Silent and angry, trees are falling in he woods (Silent and angry,

trees are falling in he woods)

I never hear them even tough I think I should (I never hear them even tough I

think I should)

Digging a grave, digging a grave, everybody’s digging a grave, digging a grave

Can’t you hear the dead in their?

rattle?, chain you to your fantasy (Dead in

their?

rattle?, chain you to your fantasy)

I said, «Dead in their rattle, chain you to your fantasy»

(Can't you hear the dead in their? rattle?, chain you to your fantasy)

Can’t you hear the dead in their?

rattle?, chain you to your fantasy