Years of living

Blood your string

Years of living

Hand to mouth

Years just getting

Kicked again

East to west

North to south

He coulda been making a killing

Peddling a dream

But if you found him at all

You found him just scraping a living bloody string



Sing a song for the no-hit wonder

Though it isn't one of his

He'd sing Shovel Me Under

Boys, it is what it

It is what it is



He broke free from the way they raised him

He knows a heart is hell enough

And never full

He never sang, the music would save him He knows never trust an Evangelical

He say you wanna know what true love feels like

It's the next best thing to death

It feels like after an elbowed windpipe

Just before the next breath

Just before the next breath

So where's your next breath



Sing a song for the no-hit wonder

Though it isn't one of his

He'd sing Shovel Me Under

Boys, it is what it

It is what it is



But at night he can hear the fireworks

From his tunnel underground

And he carved himself a little crawlspace

Just lay his body down

Just to hide from the sound

To the thunder under town



So sing a song for the no-hit wonder

Though it isn't one of his

He'd sing Shovel Me Under

Boys, it is what it

It is what it is