deep, digging it digging it, digging it, Deep in the darkness, digging it deep down, deep down, deep down, digging it. A tethered goat bleats from the corner of the graveyard
Uh I played tag in the auto graveyard I looked up at the radio tower Rag tent by the railroad tracks Concrete poured over steel bridge Pondered my fate
I let the slugs fly quick The Tec-22 is in your ass like flies on shit I'm from the depths down below, the ground ward The graveyard, rockin' you niggas
down The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown Yeah, I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too Rocks'll hit you from a block away like a beat
no Medicare (Graveyard, graveyard) Said no vacation, the man don't care (Graveyard, graveyard) Ain't got no union no respect (Graveyard, graveyard) Dirty uniforms and a short paycheck (Graveyard, graveyard
house Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today Get sixteen gamblers to carry my coffin Get six jolly cowboys to sing me a song Take me to the graveyard
there's no five-o That's (love) sittin' in the court with a grin on my face Hundred thousand dollars put up so I can beat this case You know that's
twice their bid Like the world turn around funny clown money Everybody laugh when they have it What about the addict niggas that'll hustle for years Till they see the graveyard
like the cover of a book Fuck around and get shot back of the foot Nigga, fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook Dragged in the alley and book and beat
Beat-beat-beat-beat-beating I don't love you for your tattered tie I don't love you, and I don't know why I just love you for that Beat-beat-beat-beat
, cancel 'em out Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shiftin', different day
skulls in piles I came to a large room And heard an echo in the gloom The sound of metal chilled my very bones There were riffs the beat the band, Pounding
the king of the nerds Treated like a social disease Cast out, he was a slovenly twerp Heavy Metal was his only release Picked on, he got a beating
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916 And I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean Or william mcbride was it slow and obscene? Chorus: Did they beat
beat - of an old slave drum You raise my hopes, Then you raise the odds You tell me that I dream too much Now I'm serving time - in a domestic graveyard
You can't get enough of the rugged and rough Anti-pop I ain't singin like a klutz The world's (world's) famous (famous) Beat (beat) Nuts! Well it's
this sleepy little town, it aint sleepy no more Sheriff Walker holds three local boys in jail They confessed right down to the last detail They beat
There's no doubt in my mind who you are There's no thought other then yours My heart felt like a rose in the graveyard But you dug and I knew you you