Don't really wanna go there

But guess I have to

Dig in the past to get present once again

So I will take out my shovel

And I will not be afraid of my shovel

And I will put on all my weight

On the handle and push into the brown soil

'Til I can't push anymore

Then I will take the shovel out

Turn it upside down

And let the big fat worms

Crawl out in the yellow sun

Eventually they all will dry

From the heat of the rays

And they will shrinkle up

'Til they're nothing but shells

Of what they used to be before

And my soil is clean

And I'll go to the flower shop

To buy new seeds