Gravedigger
We pass through this world pretending we belong
Failing to consider we won’t be here very long
Clinging to the illusion we’re in control
Yet at the end of our dilution wait’s a graveyard hole
They’ll dig it wide and six feet deep
The guy who dig’s it will lose no sleep
We’re just one more stiff who pay's his bills.
Fill's his car and buy’s his meals
Darrell
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