Chorus
I cannot dig them,
I will not give in
Knowing you committed no sin.
Digging deeper,
But I'll never find:
Is the grave I'm digging mine?

They lived best
In ignorant wealth,
Yet neglecting provided help.
Died like the rest.
Change your ways,
Or you will dig your own graves!

Chorus

In the ground,
The bodies rot
Underneath the wicked knots.
Their end is foul,
Pitiful waste,
They were digging their own graves!

Chorus