I'm digging a grave for a child with no head All is prepared but no last rites are read As his worn-out carcass wilts in my hand Innocence dies with the birth of a man I found his body out in the Field Where the winds blow fierce and the ground is unstable His head was lost in a battle of faith Where he fought for his life and gave all he was able I'm digging a grave for a child with no head All is done but no last rites are read As his carcass wilts in my hand Innocence dies with the birth of a man There in his coffin he waits to be found All dressed up for that trip under ground Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match But what shall I do with that little black hat? I'm working on that! Memories show scars on his little body He bled for the world now he's bleeding for me Something's familiar 'bout the way he lived At closer inspection, I see; I was he I'm digging a grave for that child with no head All is done but no last rites are read As his carcass wilts in my hand Innocence dies with the birth of a man There in his coffin he waits to be found All dressed up for that trip under ground Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match But what shall I do with that little black hat? I'm working on that! I'm digging a grave for that child with no head All is done but no last rites are read And I will stay with him through the end As his carcass wilts in my hand Innocence dies with the birth of a man For no other soul can carry your sins There in his coffin he waits to be found All dressed up for that trip underground But where he will go, he must go alone Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match But what shall I do with that little black hat? I'm working on that!