the moon is a thumbprint on a dirty window
the disciples line up outside the bingo
under a neon sign that says ‘hope’
that flashes pink and indigo
character collector, cheerio
you’re not quite a motherfucker
but you’re a mother lovemaker
and we’re not impressed by your boat shoes or your high+vis windbreaker
you can shave your own throat, i’m saving my skin
i don’t know what costume drama you think you’re starring in
i can see right through your cocktail shaker
move along and don’t tell your friends
i’m living to my means by no ends
no story here, closed eyes and no fear
swan diving into thе void for a ten+bag and a half+inched bread bakеr

i’m just trying to get us to the sea, we planned a holiday years ago
i don’t think we’ll last another summer indoors
we’ve been through a lot, you know, but we haven’t seen anything together
we don’t wanna be here forever, we hope to leave before we’re old
the days are getting shorter and the nights are always cold
and the wind whistles bad news through the flapping of the flagpoles

everyday’s a balancing act, tired of living on the branch
trying to find truth and defy fact, like we’re only born to pay bills and dig holes
but that’s the way it is i’m told, i hope to leave before we’re old
the days are getting short and i can’t be alone, let alone be bold
all the eyes are on me and their voices scatter like roaches
they wear their ignorance’s broaches with long and heartless sleeves
i’ve had enough, we’ve got to go
i won’t be k!lled offscreen in the snow
i want to do something before we’re below
standing on the overpass, this is where we bellow
and breathe smoke ‘til it hangs like a painted cloud over england
even though we’ve nothing to do, we’ve nothing to show
we’ve just got to go
we’ve just got to go
we’ve just got to go
we’ve just got to go

dig
dig on down
till you come out of the sky back around
dig, son
dig the ground
you’re gonna bury this motherf+cking town
and everyone that put you down
grit and spite will do you right
if you could make it through the night
so, dig
dig on down
down, down
dig
dig on down
till you come out of the sky back around
dig, son
dig the ground
you’re gonna bury this motherf+cking town
and everyone that put you down
grit and spite will do you right
if you could make it through the night
so, dig
dig on down
down, down

dig
dig on down
till you come out of the sky back around
dig, son
dig the ground
you’re gonna bury this motherf+cking town
and everyone that put you down
grit and spite will do you right
if you could make it through the night
so, dig
dig on down
down, down