subterranean

I’m in deep    too deep     subterranean        tunnelling in the dark       sifting shit for a living      if you can call it living      I’m inclined to think I’m beyond that       I was pronounced dead by the committee         and the committee ought to know    this could be my hell      or some other phony religious device      I’ve got to get out of this hole     before it becomes my nest     I’m loaded with dynamite         I just don’t have no matches       but one day I’ll explode      catalysed by friction        and I’ll see you all  again    in the kingdom yet to come