| I need the pulse in the middle
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| I got the knife on the side
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| A little sway in the socket if it gets too tight
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| He dig it up
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| Now if you crack like a mountain or you stick like a stone
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| There’ll be blood down in the valley, yea you can’t go home
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| Too much blood here in the valley, at least you’re not alone
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| He dig it up
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| We give gold to the monkey
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| To wash away our sin
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| And when it’s too much honey
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| You can throw him back again
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| He dig it up
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| Now I’m serving silver fishies and some rusted rings
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| Gotta take out dinner for a fever dream
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| I’ve been running wild wondering if the digging never stops
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| Thought I hit rock bottom, but I only hit a rock
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| We give gold to the monkey
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| To wash away our sin
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| And when it’s too much honey
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| You can throw him back again
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| Dig it
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| (Alright)
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| He dig it up
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| He dig it up
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| Yeah!
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| I got a trunk full of Russians
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| I drilled a hole in the head
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| And we can drain it right down
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| If anybody turns up a little dead
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| (Alright)
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| He dig it up
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| He dig it up
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| He dig it up
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| Dig it now, now
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| He dig it up
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| He dig it up
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| Oh, pass me that shovel, Danny |