Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! lyrics
rate me<BR>
(Dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Back in that hole.)<br>
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Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches<br>
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air<br>
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances<br>
And for a while they lived quite happily up there<br>
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He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace<br>
He thought it was like dog eat dog world<br>
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space<br>
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.<br>
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I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs<br>
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I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs<br>
(Dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)<br>
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(I want you to dig)<br>
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(I want you to dig)<br>
Yeh, New York City he had to get out of there and San Francisco well,<br>
I don't know and then to LA where he spent about a day<br>
he thought even the pale sky stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA<br>
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Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies<br>
Like miss Boo and miss Quick<br>
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air<br>
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic<br>
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair<br>
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I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.<br>
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs<br>
(Dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)<br>
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(I want you to dig)<br>
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(I want you to dig) Well New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know<br>
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene<br>
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb<br>
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams<br>
Anyway to cut a long story short, fate finally found him<br>
Mirrors became his torturers, cameras snapped him at every chance<br>
The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corner of their mouthes<br>
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City<br>
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave<br>
Ah poor Larry.<br>
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But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?<br>
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Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs. (Dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(Laz'rus dig yourself)<br>
(I want you to dig)<br>
Back in that hole Dig yourself<br>
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<i>[Thanks to Chris Seeney (chrisseeney@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]</i><br>
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