There's a place by the fence where the ground just don't look right
It started as a patch but had grown to twice the size late last night
And the far white picket has turned to brown
And we're the talk of this little town
There’s somethin goin on around here.
I like my coffee, sometimes tea
but what's in my cup looks new to me.
A curious blend so nouveau riche,
but there’s a slick on top and it’s thick beneath.
Where did you get it honey? I don’t think it’s worth the money.
There’s somethin goin on around here.
When the shovel hits the ground there's a screaming sound
It's awake again awake again
When tree and stone meet earth and bone
then we shake again, shake again
There's a shudder from beneath
When the ancients seas,
give up their hold in a suicide
suicide squeeze below the ground
suicide squeeze below the ground
We got new folks here from all across the nation
And a fools gold that caused this big migration
And last night we felt the rattle and roll
And then woke up to this big sink hole
There’s somethin goin on around here
When the shovel hits the ground there's a screaming sound
It's awake again wake again
When tree and stone meet earth and bone
then we shake again, shake again
There's a shudder from beneath
When the ancients seas,
give up their hold in a suicide
suicide squeeze below the ground
suicide squeeze below the ground
Suicide squeeze, suicide squeeze...
But the lights are on in my big new home
And it's so big feels like we're all gone
Seems like we're all gone when we're all gone
But too many of us make a great big fuss
When the bills pile on in our big new home,
Someone's syphoning the cash from our back yard stash
There's a snake in the yard stealing all of my money
vein
slick
fracture
tooth
plundered the hold