Suckin' alabaster in a ventilator shaft Chewin' on surrender because it's cheap and it lasts This ain't hell, it's a holding tank Where memory and the future draw a big, fat blank I know this tunnel leads somewhere But it takes mystery and a torch And a reason to care I know this tunnel leads outside Down to the river where the elephants die Comin' up Up, Up, Up, Up Comin' Up for Air There is no better story than a man in a hole This is where he laid still This is how he rolled This is how he fed, on the marrow of his bones This is where he shuffled Playin' doomsday alone A suicide miner With a depth charge timer Rathole lover Diggin' deep for a cover You suffocate first Then you learn how to breathe The sweet of the sewer Shows you the way to leave make room for the cleanup crew They're the last to the scene and the first to be fooled The townsfolk line thick Along the riverside Lookin' for a place to watch the elephants die