You feel impatient
Going numb
Things are out of control
Slipping out through
Fingers and thumbs

What's at the surface is shit
Take your whole life and spend it underground

You ask “what's in it for me?”
“Will I come to?”

Wish ya could be running away
Just like back when you were thirteen
Slam the door, run right cross the street
Oh, instead you're digging up the ground
Up the ground

How can we take it?
c broken nose
Like a punch to the face from the owners of our homes
While we work for our pay
Take our paychecks
cnd spend ‘em in the hills
While you're working away
Do you think to?

Wish ya could be running away
Just like back when you were thirteen
Slam the door, run right cross the street
Oh, instead you're digging up the ground
Up the ground