Go Dig My Grave

Well, I be gone these lonesome days
Ah
Wouldst thou like to see the world?
(Haunt-a-holics) Yeah, uh
Yeah, ah
(Haunted Mound)

Thou start digging thy shallow grave
I'm still weeping, I cannot pray
Yeah, I got bloody angel wings
World's burning down so, baby, I'ma get fade
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
Big murder tools for anyone who try me
Yaaaaah, let that blood spray
Ya hate me so much, go and dig my grave

I smoke longhorn 'cause I'm a cowboy
Watch got my wrist bleeding like a crucifixion
Tell Turnabout slow ass pour up the lean, boy
Hackle got the titty drum, I'm coming with that cleaver
Bitch, I'm a people hater
Try the Haunted Mound, motherfucker, we soul takers
I'm riding with that heater
Cadillac DeVille, run your bitch ass over
In the forest like Baba Yaga
But it's California, bury you like Appalachia
Oxy in my Coca-Cola
Creeping at the Arco, pissing on your gravestone
Lord have mercy on my wicked soul
Nine on me, knives on me, B.B. belt got silver skull
Blood sparkle off the glare of my fucking chrome
Put it on my headstone, bitch, I said fuck the world

Thou start digging thy shallow grave
I'm still weeping, I cannot pray
Yaaaaah, I got bloody angel wings
World's burning down so, baby, I'ma get fade
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
Big murder tools for anyone who try me
Yaaaaah, let that blood spray
Ya hate me so much, go and dig my grave