This ground is too hard to break
It ruined a pick and a spade
Frozen and solid as a rock
My hands are numb with the shock
I am prepared for the dirty work
I've grovelled for years in the bloody dirt
I have all teh tools that I need
And now I admit my defeat
What will it take to cleave this earth?
Break the ground
It's got to break
What will it take to cleave this earth?
I cannot wait
'Til spring
My cargo is still half alive
They twine 'round each other and cry
They beg me to finish the task
Will I inter them at last?
I glare at the place
I'd make a grave
I carry the shame it would contain
But thinking cannot rend a hole
Too tired to stave off the cold
| 1 | Libel |
| 2 | Berkeley Pier |
| 3 | Old School Pig |
| 4 | Gun Play |
| 5 | Partial Birth |
| 6 | John For The Working Man |
| 7 | Annie Segall |
| 8 | Die Of Shame |
| 9 | Pontiac |
| 10 | Past The Point |