Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! - Will Wood
My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket
In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in pieces! I believe I threw a brick right through Him
But my memory could not be saved
It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I need to remember my place
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
(Take you with--)
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I'm still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a last call spill
With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
Take the road on higher ground
And tell me “don't look down! You'll fall and break your back.”
But that just reminds me how there's more to be found beneath the black
This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet!
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet!
No, I need to hit the bottom
Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty
Dug, or drank, or poured it out
When too much is not enough there's plenty more
Where that came from around
Looking up, we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we've been
Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
If it kills me!
