Grease Box

Dig, dig, dig for yourself

Dig, dig, deep for your soul

Dig, dig, dig the black abyss

Dig, dig, deep for your own soul

What the hell's it mean?

I said, hey, don't look at me

What the hell's it mean?

Six dead horses chase you down

Fourteen guns in your own town

Thirteen men run after you

Ten million babies your dad gave you

Like the little beast in a small cold room

Sat writhing in pain all afternoon

Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface

Like darkened fears make their way to the surface

What the hell's it mean?

I said, hey, don't look at me

What the hell's it mean?

And you don't have to stand, stand by me

And you don't have to stand, stand by me

And you don't have to stand, stand by me

And you don't have to stand

What the hell's it mean?

I said, hey, don't look at me

What the hell's it mean?

Like the little beast in a small cold room

Sat writhing in pain all afternoon

Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface

Like darkened fears make their way to the surface

Just the sight of the belt makes his kids start to sting

Then one day we're feeling everything

Trees outside weather the bark on the wood

Like the callous on your heart

Dropped place where it stood

What the hell's it mean?

And I said, hey, don't look at me

What the hell's it mean?

And you don't have to stand, stand by me

And you don't have to stand