Talk to me now son, with your shoulders bare.
You talk on and on and on and don't say much.
Talk to me now son, with your hands in the air.
You talk on and on and on and don't say much.
You talk a good one but you never sound right on.
I dug your pit in the good old days.
And there you sank for years.
You filled your lungs with the dirt of the grave.
And died slowly, and now you'll never worry, deep in the underground.
Deep down, deep down, deep down.
And there you'll sink for years.
And the sounds and the stories and your voice will never hit my ears ever again.
Now you'll never worry deep in the earth.