

Down in the hollow where the light won't go
(blegh) Roots drink deep of the dirt below We reap the harvest
that we did not sow
Sing
for the soil, rot in the ground (shrieeek) No salvation to be
found Listen close to the scraping sound
Old man's cabin on the ridge on fire Spit the ash,
feed the funeral pyre Strung up tight on a rusted wire
Bury it deep!
(ha-ha-ha) Bury it deep!