I'm carrying a shovel
It's pointed at the tip
Like Mount Everest
Like Mount Everest
I'm working my way
Through shards of soil
I'm carrying a shovel
I'm carrying a shovel

All this time
I hate myself for losing my grip
Thought I put you underground
Now I'm not sure of it

You'll be taken care, taken care of
You'll be taken care, taken care of

A little bird sings
"Let mother nature in"
She's painting a new shade
She's painting a new shade
I'm digging for worth
And a burial place
My legs are like pillars
I'm only in the way

All this time
I wondеr why I'm losing my grip
Thought I put you underground
Now I'm not sure of it

You'll be takеn care, taken care of
You'll be taken care, taken care of

I'm bruised and I'm blistered
And I'll dig till my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered
And I'll dig till my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered
And I'll dig till my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered
And I'll dig till my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered
And I'll dig till my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered
And I'll dig till my hands fall off

You'll be taken care, taken care of
You'll be taken care, taken care of
You'll be taken care, taken care of
You'll be taken care, taken care of
You'll be taken care, taken care of
You'll be taken care, taken care of