Beg for a Wheelbarrow

[Verse 1]
A ghostly he, that bringeth his imperfections
And boast of the work that we have not yet done
Many a mile to freedoms unlimited
And that is this, and so forth, and right on

[Chorus]
But by and large, blood of the vine
Fruit of the womb, sweat of the brow
And nothing to show but destitution
For the rest of your days
You must dig a deeper hole and then you'll feel better

[Verse 2]
And the spies feel wise with flies around the flies
Motors to the checkpoint, not prepared for flight
And now a new discovery's were made
We'll cover up the cover-ups and move on

[Chorus]
But by and large, blood of the vine
Fruit of the womb, sweat of the brow
And nothing to show but destitution
For the rest of your days
You must dig a deeper hole and then you'll feel better

[Chorus]
By and large, blood of the vine
Fruit of the womb, sweat of the brow
And nothing to show but destitution
For the rest of your days
You must dig a deeper hole and then you'll feel better

[Outro]
Dig a deeper hole and then you'll feel better
Dig a deeper hole and then you'll feel better
Dig a deeper hole and then you'll feel better
And then you'll feel better