Dig Here Said the Angel
"Dig here," said the angel
I asked "My heart? Or my grave?"
"Maybe both," said the angel, "things can go either way."
"There'll come a time," said the angel,
"you'll lose that wrinkled suit of skin.
And when you walk up to the big door you can go right on in."
I cried then,
I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin'
Night and day
I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin'
To see your beautiful face
"Here's the catch," said the angel
"You're gonna suffer for awhile"
"I'll tell you straight," said the angel
"Don't plan to go out in style"
And meanwhile
I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin'
Night and day
I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin', I'm dyin'
To see your beautiful face
Repeat chorus