Dig

We old ones, have seen two wars When you're sick and afraid And there's danger around Take a pick and a spade And Cut into the ground Away from the light Away from the sound Make a trap for the beast Dig his burial mound Dig for your life Dig to the death Dig for Salvation Till your very last breath Dig for protection Dig for release Dig for resurrection Dig for peace We old ones, have seen two wars When you dream of a laser That sears your soul Slices like a razor Burns like coal You can bet you'll forget When the rock starts to roll And the last meets the least By the watering hole Dig it down deep Dig it out wide Dig it pleasure Dig it for pride Dig it for treasure Dig it for stones Dig it for the metal And dig it for the bones We old ones, have seen two wars