Grease Box

Dig dig deep for yourself
 Dig dig deep for your soul
 Dig dig deep the black abyss
 Dig dig deep for your own soul
 What the hell's it mean?
 And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me."
 What the hell's it mean?
 Six dead horses chase you down
 Fourteen guns in your own town
 Thirteen men run after you
 Ten million babies your dad gave you
 Like the little beast in a smokened room
 Sat writhing in pain all afternoon
 Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface
 Like dark haired fears make their way to the surface
 What the hell's it mean?
 And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me."
 What the hell's it mean?
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 And you don't have to stand by me
 And you don't have to stand, stand by me
 And you don't have to stand, stand by me
 And you don't have to stand
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 What the hell's it mean?
 And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me."
 What the hell's it mean?
 Like the little beast in a smokened room
 Sat writhing in pain all afternoon
 Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface
 Like dark haired fears make their way to the surface
 Just the sight of the belt makes his kids start to sting
 Then one day we're feeling everything
 Trees outside weather the bark on the wood
 Like the callous on your heart dropped place where it stood
 What the hell's it mean?
 And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me."
 What the hell's it mean?
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 And you don't have to stand by me
 And you don't have to stand, stand by me
 And you don't have to stand, stand by me
 And you don't have to stand