I Can’t Dig It
Damon McMahon
Yeah, I can't dig it
Find a way to mess it up
I can throw away my time
With some lacking love
You can't cure the hate within you
See if two can do
'Cause I can't dig it
And I'm no good for you
'Cause outside loving
I've done all that stuff
Can't afford a single taste
I've tried all the spots
Didn't even know you'd come in
We get loose with the wine
Drunk beneath the Banyan
The poor lazy kind
'Cause I can't dig it
Why do I even try?
Suffocate when dreaming
Wash away when you rise
'Cause I can't dig it
And there's no use in trying
Glory day ruin
I know you don't think or even intuit
Glory day ruin
I know you think "just kill me"
So stiffen up and do it
Bye bye loving, poor son
Hear me coming, till it's gone
Feel me sleeping, till it's done
Bye bye loving, you poor son