Dig Lazarus Dig Nick Cave
Lyrics
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Back in that hole
Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there
He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl
I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs
I don't know what it is but there's definately something going on upstairs
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
I want you to dig
I want you to dig
Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair
I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definately something going on upstairs
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
I want you to dig
I want you to dig
Well L New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry
But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definiately something going on upstairs
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Two guys ate pig
Back in that hole
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Back in that hole
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Back in that hole
Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there
He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl
I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs
I don't know what it is but there's definately something going on upstairs
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
I want you to dig
I want you to dig
Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair
I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definately something going on upstairs
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
I want you to dig
I want you to dig
Well L New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry
But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definiately something going on upstairs
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Two guys ate pig
Back in that hole
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
I want you to dig
Back in that hole
Dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Laz'rus dig yourself
Back in that hole
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