Žodžiai dainai: The Classic Crime. Gravedigging.

I've been sitting in the suicide lane on highway 99,
waiting for a sign in the headlights
I've been to war with my mind,
But things will be different this time,
I won't be putting up a fight

Give me your poison pills cause I'm
digging my star-crossed grave tonight
No longer living a lie, no longer living

I've been sitting by the train tracks

near the back door of my mind
Waiting for the planets to align
I've got every good reason to make this open season
I'll hang my head above your mantle piece tonight

Grave digging, grave digging, grave digging
we're digging our own grave