Dig your own grave

Dig your own grave
nice and sweet
and make it cosy and neat

supermarket madness rules
television hatred sounds
newspapers think we're dumb fools
radio rot goes the rounds

     This may be quite allright
     for you but
     as for me I don't
     get what it takes to love

Prepare your own fall
one and all
lemmings you run to the call

air-conditioned dreams you get
while you make love to your car
pre-conceived thought-schemes you bet
and peace and plenty are far

refr.

    the eyes of our angels are all
    bloodshot with fright every night
    we can only look, never see
    we listen but never hear
    the well is still there I can see
    but people no longer drink here

        refr.


1972.