Lyrics

Storm it shook ya down From the burial ground There was mud on your face Barely lost and barely found And the shrunken heads around your neck Just replicas of thoughts Whose day had finally come You drag it fast You can drag it slow But don't drag it this way End-in-tow Walked beneath the river bridge And grabbed the ol' rope swing Said "Out there You'll see the bottom And it swallows while it sings And the only gold you'll find there Are caps on these two feet." Dead dogs float on by You drag it fast You can drag it slow But don't drag it this way End-in-tow Better graves than ditches On this we will agree There is good earth on the west bank Good nails and rope and pine You can picnic at the Cataract Or paddle to the shore But you'll join the diggin' party Just like you did before You drag it fast You can drag it slow But don't drag it this way End-in-tow End-in-tow End-in-tow