The Graveyard Digger Shouts © words and music by Lisa Guilding/C. Stewart ( May 6, 2013 ) His eyes are closed The beat is gone The cowards got his death suit on The things he did Were so damn low They won't give the man a hole And even though he can't make a sound Nobody wants him in their ground Hell is where this man belongs The graveyard digger shouts It's hard for him to dig a hole That reaches that far south He lies on ice Upon his back Wearing his brother's tire tracks He's all dressed up Nowhere to go Living out death in limbo ANd even though he can't make a sound Nobody wants him in their ground Go find a hole outside of town Don't dirty up our precious ground
