Dig That Crazy Grave

On a tolerant day for the American saint
Why oh why, why oh why
Such a way I dig that crazy grave
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
So dark you’ll bless your soul for all of your own
No doubt you’ll bless your soul for all of your own
On a bed of broken glass asleep
Why oh why, why oh why
Just the blood and the dust are left in me
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
So dark you’ll bless your soul for all of your own
No doubt you’ll bless your soul for all of your own
So dark you’ll bless your soul for all of your own
No doubt you’ll bless your soul for all of your own
On a tolerant day for the American saint
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why