Текст песни
A
digger
at
the
Wetherston
grave
Eyes
are
burning
and
red
and
fierce
The
mounds
ground
with
muck
and
sand
The
smell
of
dirt,
the
soil
around
And
the
night
when
the
cold
wind
blows
No
one
gave
no
thought
of
this
I
don't
want
to
be
buried
in
a
pig
cemetery
Don't
want
to
live
my
life
in
here
I
don't
want
to
be
buried
in
a
pig
cemetery
Don't
want
to
live
my
life
in
here
For
a
week
the
diggers
hold
their
peace
The
cemetery
is
calm
and
discreet
But
as
the
fires
keep
cooking
and
burns
The
smell
is
more
and
more
intense
And
the
night
when
the
moon
is
bright
Someone
cries
something
in
the
night
I
don't
want
to
be
buried
in
a
pig
cemetery
Don't
want
to
live
my
life
in
here
I
don't
want
to
be
buried
in
a
pig
cemetery
Don't
want
to
live
my
life
in
here
The
moon
is
clear,
the
sun
is
still
Yet
the
shudder
and
fear
they
chill
The
dog
is
moaning,
it's
running
and
yelping
Spaghetti
eyes,
they
curse
this
day
And
the
night
when
the
wolves
cry
out
And
the
tree
grows,
everyone
can
hear
the
shout
I
don't
want
to
be
buried
in
a
pig
cemetery
Don't
want
to
live
my
life
in
here
I
don't
want
to
be
buried
in
a
pig
cemetery
Don't
want
to
live
my
life
in
here
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