Diamond Stuff

And only when The sun is ours Didn't take long To find out I'm a I'm a husk Made of diamond stuff I don't seem to bleed this time This time (Hair slicked back to a black slick) (The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch) (On an anthracite field I am laid out) (And a diamond drill takes my feet off) (Hair slicked back to a black slick) (The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch) (On an anthracite field I am laid out) (And a diamond drill takes my feet off) (Hair slicked back to a black slick) (The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch) (On an anthracite field I am laid out) (And a diamond drill takes my feet off)