Shovel

I'm carrying a shovel

It's pointed at the tip

Like Mount Everest

Like Mount Everest

I'm working my way

Through shards of soil

I'm carrying a shovel

I'm carrying a shovel

All this time I hate myself for losing my grip

Thought I put you underground, now I'm not sure of it

You'll be taken care, taken care of

You'll be taken care, taken care of

A little bird sings

"Let mother nature in"

She's painting a new shade

She's painting a new shade

I'm digging for worth

And a burial place

My legs are like pillars

I'm only in the way

All this time I wonder why I'm losing my grip

Thought I put you underground, now I'm not sure of it

You'll be taken care, taken care of

You'll be taken care, taken care of

I'm bruised and I'm blistered

And I'll dig till my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered

And I'll dig till my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered

And I'll dig till my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered

And I'll dig till my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered

And I'll dig till my hands fall off

Bruised and I'm blistered

And I'll dig till my hands fall off

You'll be taken care, taken care of

You'll be taken care, taken care of

You'll be taken care, taken care of

You'll be taken care, taken care of

You'll be taken care, taken care of

You'll be taken care, taken care of