Dig It Boy

Somebody's out there He's been there before Said he's out there Digging a hole in the floor Or are my eyes still red Or is my conscience dead Or are my eyes still red Or are my eyes still Soul's hollering You better dig it, boy Mind altering Black hornets swoop from the sky's above Breed maggots that feast on the bones of the dove Or are my eyes still red Or is my conscience dead Or are my eyes still red Or are my eyes still Soul's hollering You better dig it, boy Mind altering Soul's hollering You better dig it, boy Mind altering you Field trip to the mortuary All's well that ends well Field trip to the mortuary All's well that ends well Or I stay well Or I stay well