Besedila: Pete Townshend. Dig.

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

We old ones have seen two wars
We old ones have seen two wars

When you're sick and afraid, and there's danger around
Take a pick and a spade, and cut into the ground
Away from the light, away from the sound
Make a trap for the beast, dig his burial mound

Dig for your life, dig it to the death
Dig for salvation till your very last breath
Dig for a protection, dig for release
Dig for resurrection, dig it for peace

We old ones have seen two wars

When you dream of a laser that sears your soul
Slices like a razor and burns like a coal
You can bet you'll forget, when the rocks start to roll
And the last meets the least, by the watering hole

Dig it down deep, dig it out wide
Dig it for a pleasure, dig it for pride
Dig it for a treasure, dig it for stones
Dig it for the metal and dig it for the bones
Dig it

Dig it deep down, deep, deep down
Deep down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down

Dig it down deep, dig it out wide
Dig it for a pleasure, dig it for pride
Dig it for a treasure, dig it for stones
Dig it for the metal and dig it for the bones
Dig it

We old ones have seen two wars
We old ones have seen two wars

Dig it down deep, dig it out wide
Dig it for a pleasure, dig it for pride
Dig it for a treasure, dig it for stones
Dig it for the metal, and dig it for the bones

Dig for your life, dig it to the death
Dig for salvation till your very last breath
Dig for a protection, dig for release
Dig for resurrection, and dig it for a peace

We old ones have seen two wars