Dig It Up

I need the pulse in the middle
I got the knife on the side
A little sway in the socket if it gets too tight
He dig it up
Now if you crack like a mountain or you stick like a stone
There’ll be blood down in the valley, yea you can’t go home
Too much blood here in the valley, at least you’re not alone
He dig it up
We give gold to the monkey
To wash away our sin
And when it’s too much honey
You can throw him back again
He dig it up
Now I’m serving silver fishies and some rusted rings
Gotta take out dinner for a fever dream
I’ve been running wild wondering if the digging never stops
Thought I hit rock bottom, but I only hit a rock
We give gold to the monkey
To wash away our sin
And when it’s too much honey
You can throw him back again
Dig it
(Alright)
He dig it up
He dig it up
Yeah!
I got a trunk full of Russians
I drilled a hole in the head
And we can drain it right down
If anybody turns up a little dead
(Alright)
He dig it up
He dig it up
He dig it up
Dig it now, now
He dig it up
He dig it up
Oh, pass me that shovel, Danny