Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!
My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket
In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through him
But my memory could not be saved
It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place, ow!
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I'm still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a last call spill
With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
Take the road on higher ground and tell me
"Don't look down! You'll fall and break your back!"
But that just reminds me how
There's more to be found beneath the black
This is not enough, This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty
Dug, or drank, or poured it out
When too much is not enough, There's plenty
More where that came from around
Looking up, we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we've been
Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!
Looking up, we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we've been
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Yeah-ah)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Whoa, oh)
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
If it kills me
Gotta, gotta get gotta, ow
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
If it kills me
This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Yeah, this, this is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through him
But my memory could not be saved
It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place, ow!
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I'm still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a last call spill
With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
Take the road on higher ground and tell me
"Don't look down! You'll fall and break your back!"
But that just reminds me how
There's more to be found beneath the black
This is not enough, This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty
Dug, or drank, or poured it out
When too much is not enough, There's plenty
More where that came from around
Looking up, we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we've been
Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!
Looking up, we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we've been
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Yeah-ah)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Whoa, oh)
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
If it kills me
Gotta, gotta get gotta, ow
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!)
Gotta get to the bottom of this
If it kills me
This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Yeah, this, this is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Credits
Writer(s): William Colligan
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Other Album Tracks
- Self-
- 2012
- Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)
- Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia / Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to Fusiform Gyrus)
- The Song with Five Names a.k.A. Soapbox Tao a.k.A. Checkmate Atheists! A.k.A. Neospace Government (A.K.A. You Can Never Know)
- Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!
- Dr. Sunshine Is Dead
- -Ish
Altri album
- Everything is a Lot (2020 Remastered Version)
- SELF-iSH (2020 Remastered Version)
- Mr. Fregoli and the Diathesis-Stress Supermodel, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Con (An Untitled Track)
- The Real Will Wood (Music from the Award-Winning Concert Film) [Live]
- The Real
- SELF-iSH
- Everything is a Lot
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