Dirt under my nails
From digging my grave
I'm one foot lower
Every word that I say
Through muck and mire
I've wallowed in words
I fight for my life
Until I am heard
A silver tongue
And sterling deceit
Have only got me
Down six feet
I'm clawing my casket
I've buried myself
No hope for my life
As far I can tell
So say what you will and sing the blues
The dead have stories and none of them true