My neighbor, my friend
My maker painting himself
In the fire, cables and wires back of your hell
We were drowning, drowning it out
Three feet from perfection with a cigarette in your mouth
Oh, when will you turn to face me
How many years now have I been waiting for you to
Mmmmmm you try to erase me
But My tongue is burned with the words and it's turning blue
If they give you a shovel for diggin
Won't you see your own way down
But if you think this life might just be worth living
Could you find your own way out
When you left me, so unprepared
Without the means to survive, to grow or to thrive or to care
Now the sun it rises somewhere in the distance
Over here it's just smoke that's filling my lungs
I know there is better, I know there is more, I can taste it
Like flower of a barrel of a gun
But if they give you a shovel for diggin
Won't you see your own way down
But if you think this life just might just be worth living
Could you find your own way out
If they give you a shovel for diggin
Won't you see your own way down
But if you think this life just might just be worth living
Could you find your own way out
And if they tell you to take aim and steady
As the bombs fall all around
Oh I hope this life just might be worth living
Or you'll find me underground