You think it's over now. You think we'll go away. But we keep climbing up. You can't keep us down. . A temporary no. This shit is not for play. We're not your typical.
Take me back. Father's arms. Able still. Now withered gone. . I will never speak your name again. I will never shall we still pretend. Traces of a girl that I once knew.
(Hey hey, oh oh),. Hot on the streets,. Rising off the blacktop,. Headlights twisting the moonlight,. (Hey hey, oh oh),. Feeling the beat of a thousand people passing,.
ZigZag (Max Kasch): [sung]. Youve got to go dig those holes. With broken hands and withered souls. Emancipated from all you know. Youve got to go dig those holes.