C'mon love keep the juices flowing
Drink up boys if you're feeling dry
Are you seven by nine or tall and trough?
We're going full split baby in the vaulting house
While we dig our way through a hollow grave
It's a hard row all the way down this southern scape, you might wish you'd stayed
But you'll always be the fool to your crown
We'll nail em to the counter three ways from sunday
They'll find themselves in a pressing crave, half seas over hand and glove
You can hang up the fiddle but it's never enough
While we dig our way through a hollow grave
It's a hard row all the way down this southern scape, you might wish you'd stayed
But you'll always be the fool to your crown
