Dig Me (Live at The Spectrum, Montreal, Jul. 84)

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It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancour
Like tire irons, toothy grills and car parts before me
The acid rain floods my floorboard
Burns my pores and rots my upholstery
Once I was scared, polished magnificently
Now I lay in decay by the dirty, angry bay

I'm ready to leave
I wanna be out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride

My skin it is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder of blue
My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle
Of motor block manifolds and metal relics
What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty
But this dead end demolishes the dreams of an open highway

I'm ready to leave
I wanna be out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride

Dig me!

But don't

Bury me



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, William Scott Bruford, Adrian Belew, Anthony Charles Levin
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