Bangor

I left my soul
Downtown in the old chateau
So I dig down slow
With my two hands and
A one shovel
So I dig down
Dig down
To the center of the earth
To the center of the earth

I feel heat
I smell danger
Blood boils and
I feel stranger
Looking for a place
To aim my anger
I grace my savior
With fiery vapors
Center of the earth
There’s a lake
Bald eagle beautiful
Air like mane
End of the dock is
A dear old friend with a
Beer on deck and some
Rolled up cess

I’m like
Can I get a glass of that stuff
My friend
And can I get a took off of that stuff
My friend

Nest in the galaxy
I marvel at the masterpiece
He hands my shovel back to me
And says
“Keep digging, man”

So I dig down
Dig down
To the center of the earth
Center of the earth
I dig down
Dig down
To the center of the earth
Center of the earth
I dig down
Dig down
To the center of the earth
Center of the earth

I dig down
Dig down
To the center of the earth
Center of the earth

I’m on a lake
I sit by a tree
I’m wearing my grab
While I’m soaking my feet
I got no future
I got no country
Just my feet in the shallows
And words in my teeth

Break me off a piece of that gore
And put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
In my pocket

I’m on a lake
I sit by a tree
I’m wearing my grab
While I’m soaking my feet
I got no future
I’ve got no country
Just my feet in the shallows
And words in my teeth