[G. Tipton]
I was cross-wired underground
Nothing seemed to fit
I was fried and memory bound
Then it came to me
Devil digger
Unforgiver
I was on a different plane
He said come to me
Laid his hands upon my brow
That's the last of me
Devil digger
Unbeliever
Don't be sorry
It's no disgrace
But never worry (unless)
You have no faith
See him coming
He has no face
You must stop running
You must have faith
Death's not final so were told
Words are so profound
Who the hell wants to get old
But ask in the final hours
Devil digger - unbeliever
Devil digger - unforgiver
See him coming
He has no face
You must stop running
You must have faith
I don't want to fade away
I don't want to fade away
I don't want to fade away
I don't want to fade away
