Dig to the Devil

Lyrics

Three feet down... Still got another three to go. Hahaha... Get to work, Sun came up, we just clocked in, Shovel on my shoulder, dirt on my skin, Black iron gate and an overcast sky, We dig for the Devil cos another one died. Pick hits stone with a cold steel ring, Hear that graveyard start to sing, Sweat on my brow, mud on my boots, Digging down deep tryin' to find our roots. Swing that pick... drive it down, This here ain't no holy ground, One more grave, one more line, Feels like Hell... workin' all the time. DIG! — till the Devil says stop, DIG! — till your damn hands drop, Five feet deep but we're going down more We're the graveyard shift... And we're knockin' on Hell's door. Boss man's waiting with a pick in his hand, Names scratched deep of the newly damned, "Get 'em underground before mourning comes," Then he cracks that whip to the beat of the drums. No tea break here, no quitting bell, Just another hard shift down here in Hell, Blisters split and the digger gets hot, But the dead keep coming... so we don't stop. Swing that pick... drive it down, This here ain't no holy ground, One more grave, one more line, Feels like Hell... workin' all the time. DIG! — till the Devil says stop, DIG! — till your damn hands drop, Five feet deep but we're going down more We're the graveyard shift... And we're knockin' on Hell's door. Dig... [BOOM] Dig... [BOOM] Dig that bastard deeper... Pickaxe swinging, Stones are flying, Dead men waiting, Old folks crying. There's always... room... for... ONE... MORE. Light ain't coming in a place like this, No sunlight shines in the Devil's abyss, So sharpen that spade and shoulder your load, There's another black wagon coming down the road. One day they'll carve my name in stone, Burn my body from the flesh and bone, Ain't no more diggin' when I'm turned to dust, If the Lord won't take me... Then the Devil must ! DIG! — till the Devil says stop, DIG! — till your damn hands drop, Five feet deep but we're going down more We're the graveyard shift... And we're knockin' on Hell's door. DIG! — till the Devil says stop, DIG! — till your damn hands drop, Five feet deep but we're going down more We're the graveyard shift... And we're knockin' on Hell's door. Another one's coming, boys... Back to work.