I knew no vices and I knew no sinsnI knew the words but they didn't sink innStayed out those tunnels that pull people downnThere's more of those tunnels in your home townnFell far from grace, so far I couldn't seenAnd oh underground, I was that far from the treennWe're all digging if you wanna knownFixing, digging, far too slownFar too slownnWe dug for money, we shoveled four tonsnAnd the end wasn't funny, though we'd all had funnLimping and broken, the tunnel fell innI've been limping from tunnels since my original sinnBirthright's a trouble, my father dug toonHe got where he was going at the age of 62nnWe're all digging if you wanna knownFixing, digging, far too slownFar too slownnA new pair of boots and a chisel in your namenSays we could be in the same hole attracting the same blamenIf I knew the way to the ornamental treenI would tell you, we'd be jailbirds, I'd be winking twice for freenDon't call on your brother, odds are he's here and allnBeing gentle with the people who were knock-kneed from the fallnnWe're all digging if you wanna knownFixing, digging, far too slownFar too slownnWe're all digging if you wanna knownFixing, digging, far too slownFar too slow