Grease Box
TAD
Dig, dig deep for yourself
Dig, dig deep for your soul
Dig, dig deep dark black abyss
Dig, dig deep bury you a soul
What the hell's it mean?
And I said: Hey, you're looking 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 smokened room
Sat writhing in pain all afternoon
Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface
Like dark haired fears make their way to the surface
What the hell's it mean?
And I said: Hey, you're looking 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
What the hell's it mean?
And I said: Hey, you're looking at me
What the hell's it mean?
Like the little beast in a smokened room
Sat writhing in pain all afternoon
Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface
Like dark haired 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, you're looking 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
