A much wiser man than me, once said...
You're better off famous once you are dead
A cold wind blowin' on a wife and daughters
From a borrowed persona back at the altar
It's your coffin and you're so nonchalant
Despite all our misgivings
It's your funeral, you can do what you want
It's not the dead, it's the living
Digging that grave
Digging that (dig! dig!) digging that grave
Digging that grave
Digging that grave
Never much inside: an empty space
Just a cold calculation and your best face
All your plans lay dead in a ditch
Blindsided by your Daddy's Russian hitch
It's your coffin and you're so nonchalant
Despite all our misgivings
It's your funeral, you can do what you want
It's not the dead, it's the living
Digging that grave
Digging that (dig! dig!) digging that grave
Digging that grave
Digging that grave
Are you sleepwalking through a desert spring?
Are your eyes all black?
Can you feel a thing?
Do the tail feathers fly without a fight?
Are you living that same dream every night?