Sing Sing

Sing, sing, won't you sing for me Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, lord, you've got to let it breathe Breathe for me And wash, you better wash your hands Grab the soap, use your frying pan 'Cause you've been digging down, burying dead Grass grows tall on the things that you wish that you'd forget And better clean, oh clean your plate Mama's been slavin' in the kitchen all day Make sure to wipe the filth from your shoes No one 'round here wants to know what you've been up to Down, down in a hole in the ground There are ghosts that never can be found Home, home, home is in the ground You're only waiting at the end of the road And nothing's better than blood on blood I promise brother, you are safe with us There's no telling what tomorrow will bring We all have our devils and oh, you've got to let them sing Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, lord, you've got to let it sing Home, home, home is in the ground You're only waiting at the end of the road Down, down in a hole in the ground There are ghosts that never can be found