Shovel

I'm carryin' a shovel

It's pointed at the tip

Like Mount Everest

Like Mount Everest

I'm workin' my way

Through shards of soil

I'm carryin' a shovel

I'm carryin' a shovel

All this time

I hate myself for losin' my grip

Thought I put you underground

Now I'm not sure of it

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

A little bird sings

"Let Mother Nature in"

She's paintin' a new shade

She's paintin' a new shade

I'm diggin' for worth

And a burial place

My legs are like pillars

I'm only in the way

All this time

I wonder why I'm losin' my grip

Thought I put you underground

Now I'm not sure of it

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

I'm bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

You'll be taken care

Taken care of

You'll be taken care

Taken care of