I've dug my own grave

[rubber_officer]

The fool depends
on childhood friends
to wipe his sore
behind
He tips his cap
When winter chaps;
evades it's cruel
design...
But I'm sincere
with my eclipse;
I've watched
my share of
sinking ships...

Outside in the alley
you can hear
the band play
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave
Most chase a
feeling like moths
to a flame
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave...

So many birds
sing foolish words
they should keep
locked away
Like "Stay", or "Love",
"My God above",
are just a few
mistakes...
I can't afford such
slips of tongue
with all life's
bandages undone...

Outside in the alley
you can hear
the band play
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave
Most chase a
feeling like moths
to a flame
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave...