Tricky Fingers

You dug that hole until the handle broke
Which you buried next to the trampled soul
With shoulders slumped and nary a pause
You held the blade with bloodied hands

Now, now, now deeper and deeper the days fell away
Then the rust stood tall on your sunken chest
Dirt in the lungs, blood in the eyes
And the only way home is straight down

Can't dig it up, won't ever stop
You'll dig that hold back to the top

The business in the right hand and blood on my left
I wade through the river in my best double breast
Salty goggles toward the sky will show
That I'm torn with regret but you'll never know

Can't dig it up, won't ever stop
You'll dig that hold back to the top
Can't dig it up, won't ever stop
The splinter's grabbed hold tight

Walking through town with one foot nailed down
Monkey's on my back got a ladder so he gets up high

Now you buried that hole until your shoulders broke
Couldn't handle the weight of the rusted soul
Carved in deep a last confession
Tricky fingers finger sticky sinners

Can't dig it up, won't ever stop
You'll dig that hold back to the top
Dirt in the lungs, blood in the eyes
And the only way home is deeper down