I'm digging a grave And the earth below me is moist grassy clay In walls without windows I will stay I wonder what my two cent friends will say I saw someone get buried yesterday Their friend's two cents were spoken Then the people parted ways Taking comfort in a long life they await But that long life gets shorter by the day And the years roll by faster, till the sun begins to set May as well be dead although I am not yet So I'm digging a grave And the earth below me is moist grassy clay In walls without windows I will stay I wonder what my two cent friends will say I'm digging a grave And the earth below me is moist grassy clay In walls without windows I will stay I wonder what my two cent friends will say