Midnight, make the run, I got the shovel and you got the stun gun
As long as we can find ourselves just a hiding hole
Pull right round, meet me in the park, be done in an hour and we’ll leave when its still dark, lay low, and hope and pray nobody go tell it to the bone digger
Diggin’ up the dust and long gone skeleton bones
The bone digger
Diggin’ up the dust and long gone skeleton bones
What they don’t know, never hurt em, no need to rustle the asleep dogs, don’t alert em,
If they ask you about it, tell em ain’t seen a thing
Cuz sometimes there’s a man come pokin’, diggin’ thru the black ash, and stoking up a fire, that fizzled out a while ago, but still some things he wanna know, talking bout the bone digger
Diggin’ up the dust and long gone skeleton bones
The bone digger
Diggin’ up the dust and long gone skeleton bones
Got a few closest dwellers, a few tales I hope I never have to tell of, and a couple things, buried til they never see the light of day
I’ll be off and in the clear, when I hear sometimes, crawling and tip-toeing, lookin over my shoulder when its only just the cold, cold wind, thinking bout the bone digger
