Scents are calling me through the loam
To raise the nails and to sing their song
"Shovel makes a hand of a man
And brave we stand for those again"
I've burned my soul not long ago
If i knew how it smelled i would have burned it long before
"Shovel makes a hand of a man
And brave we stand for those again"
I've got it burned, I've burned it away
Hell yeah it hurts, I hurt it away
Mistakes are made and I aim for the truth
The same old creepy song lingers through and through
"Caviar and caribou
Is what they eat and what they do"
My butt is high and my head is low,
Hey - ho the dary-o a hunting we will go
"Caviar and caribou
Is what they eat and what they do" see less
