Bury Me The Shovel Lyrics by Greg Freeman
So many fires for such a rainy town
And not one siren to put them down
Down here where there’s nothing left to say
My lies rise like cannonballs out of the bay
Cut up your bible for cheap rolling paper
The dollar goes further used as wallpaper
Shuck corn off your roof when the fireworks hit
There’s nobody left in this city to give a shit
Paint the town red, redder than mars
You earned that bottle on your coat of arms
With two more on the way and one in the hand
Your tongue was tied like an ampersand
And at the bottom of the barrel
There’s nothing – you can’t stand
So won’t you help to bury me the shovel my friend
From a grassy knoll you watch your dreams
Where lover’s limbs bend like crab apple trees
Down here in the place from which all pain creeps
Right between what the heart knows what the mind won’t believe
You watch the planes depart
With their plans in tow
But who’s up there shaking this cracked snow globe
And the City’s a museum
And the rat your friend
And empty sky scrapers stab constellations
Where the light pours in just like hour glass sand
So won’t you help to bury me the shovel my friend
So won’t you help to bury me the shovel my friend
