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Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! Lyrics - Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself back in that hole 

 

Larry made his nest up in the autumn branches 

Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air 

Collected up some baby blasted mothers 

They took their chances and for a while 

They lived quite happily up there 

 

He came from New York City, man 

But he couldn't take the pace 

He thought it was like a dog eat dog world 

Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space 

With a sweet little San Franciscan girl 

 

I can hear my mother wailing 

And a whole lot of scraping of chairs 

I don't know what it is 

But there's definitely something going on upstairs 

 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself back in that hole 

(I want you to dig, I want you to dig, I want you to dig) 

 

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies 

Like Ms. Boo and Ms. Quick 

He stockpiled weapons and took pot shots in the air 

He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic 

And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair 

 

I can hear chants and incantations 

And some guy is mentioning me in his prayers 

Well, I don't know what it is 

But there's definitely something going on upstairs 

 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself back in that hole 

(I want you to dig, I want you to dig, I want you to dig) 

 

Well, New York City, man 

San Francisco, L.A., I don't know 

But Larry grew increasing neurotic and obscene 

I mean, he, he never asked to be raised up from the tomb 

I mean, no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams 

 

He ended up like so many of 'em do 

Back in the streets of New York City 

In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave 

Then prison, then the mad house 

Then the grave, oh, poor Larry 

 

But what do we really know of the dead 

And who actually cares? 

Well, I don't know what it is 

But there's definitely something going on upstairs 

 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself back in that hole 

(I want you to dig) 

 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself back in that hole 

(Dig Lazarus, dig) 

 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself back in that hole 

(I want you to dig) 

 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself, Lazarus 

Dig yourself back in that hole