Scents are calling me through the loam To raise the nails and to sing their song "Shovel makes a hand of a man And brave we stand for those again"

 

I've burned my soul not long ago If i knew how it smelled i would have burned it long before "Shovel makes a hand of a man And brave we stand for those again"

 

I've got it burned, I've burned it away Hell yeah it hurts, I hurt it away

 

Mistakes are made and I aim for the truth The same old creepy song lingers through and through "Caviar and caribou Is what they eat and what they do"

 

My butt is high and my head is low, Hey - ho the dary-o a hunting we will go "Caviar and caribou Is what they eat and what they do"