Текст песни Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! (single version) - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
back
in
that
hole
Larry
made
his
nest
up
in
the
autumn
branches
Built
from
nothing
but
high
hopes
and
thin
air
Collected
up
some
baby
blasted
mothers
They
took
their
chances
and
for
a
while
They
lived
quite
happily
up
there
He
came
from
New
York
City
Man
But
he
couldn't
take
the
pace
He
thought
it
was
like
a
dog-eat-dog
world
But
he
went
to
San
Francisco
Spent
a
year
in
outer-space
With
a
sweet
little
San
Franciscan
girl
I
can
hear
my
mother
wailing
And
a
whole
lot
of
scraping
of
chairs
I
don't
know
what
it
is,
but
there's
definitely
something
going
on
upstairs
(Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
back
in
that
hole)
(I
want
you
to
dig
I
want
you
to
dig)
Yeah,
New
York
City,
he
had
to
get
out
of
there
And
San
Francisco,
well,
I
don't
know
And
then
to
LA,
where
he
spent
about
a
day
He
thought
even
the
pale
sky-stars
were
smart
enough
to
keep
well
away
from
LA
Meanwhile
Larry
made
up
names
for
the
ladies
Like
Miss
Boo
and
Miss
Quick
He
stockpiled
weapons
and
took
pot
shots
in
the
air
He
feasted
on
their
lovely
bodies
like
a
lunatic
And
wrapped
himself
up
in
their
soft
yellow
hair
I
can
hear
chants
and
incantations
And
some
guy
is
mentioning
me
in
his
prayers
I
don't
know
what
it
is,
but
there's
definitely
something
going
on
upstairs
(Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
back
in
that
hole)
(I
want
you
to
dig
I
want
you
to
dig
I
want
you
to
dig)
Well
New
York
City
Man,
San
Francisco,
LA,
I
don't
know
But
Larry
grew
increasing
neurotic
and
obscene
I
mean:
he,
he
never
asked
to
be
raised
up
from
the
tomb
I
mean:
no
one
ever
actually
asked
him
to
forsake
his
dreams
Anyway,
to
cut
a
long
story
short
Fame
finally
found
him
Mirrors
became
his
torturers
Cameras
snapped
him
at
every
chance
The
women
all
went
back
to
their
homes
And
their
husbands
With
secret
smiles
in
the
corners
of
their
mouths
He
ended
up,
like
so
many
of
them
do,
back
in
the
streets
of
New
York
City
In
a
soup
queue
A
dope
fiend
A
slave
Then
prison
Then
the
mad
house
Then
the
grave
Oh
poor
Larry
But
what
do
we
really
know
of
the
dead
And
who
actually
cares?
Well
I
don't
know
what
it
is,
but
there's
definitely
something
going
on
upstairs
(Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
Lazarus
Dig
Yourself,
back
in
that
hole)
(I
want
you
to
dig
I
want
you
to
dig
I
want
you
to
dig)
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