Talk to me now son, with your shoulders bare
You talk on and on and on and don't say much
Talk to me now son, with your hands in the air
You talk on and on and on and don't say much
You talk a good one but you never sound right on
I dug your pit in the good old days
And there you sank for years
You filled your lungs with the dirt of the grave
And died slowly, and now youll never worry, deep in the underground
Deep down, deep down, deep down
And there youll sink for years
And the sounds and the stories and your voice will never hit my ears ever again
Now youll never worry deep in the earth