Caught riding shotgun in the hearse you drive
With a box on board with no name
Drawn to the carnage that’s coming tonight
And only myself to blame
Lost in rapturous lovers’ shouts
I knew it could happen, but I never got out
Now life might be a lamb for the killing
Sacrificed while I stand willing
Inside the law, but out of control
Here on the verge of losing my soul
Out like a thief in the night
Digging a hole
You feel the weight and I feel the blame
But that’s not necessarily true
I tell you there’s hope and I promise to stay
But I don’t mean enough to you
Up on a hill in a raging storm
You stand alone while I tag along
Now life might be a lamb for the killing
Sacrificed while I stand willing
Closing my eyes I can’t wish it away
Feeling confused whenever I pray
Mixed up and trying to cope
Digging a hole
You made the date and you’ll follow through
You’re telling me it’s the smart thing to do
Did you think about us
And how life might be a lamb for the killing
Sacrificed while we stand living
Inside the law, out of control
Right on the verge of losing our souls
Does it have to end here tonight
Do you think this could possibly turn out all right
Don’t you feel awfully cold
Digging a hole
© Copyright 2006 McLoughlin
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