Brock Zeman - Claws Lyrics
And the rain washed the moon right off of the skyThere's a thick fog rolling right across the roadAnd it looks like the Devil's cigarette smokeClawed its way on up, on up from the groundClawed its way on up, from the ground, from the groundSomebody must have forgot to shut the gates of hellIt clawed its way on up from the groundI said to my sorrow “I'm gonna shed you once and for all”And the shovel said to the dirt “Get on outta my hole”I packed it down nice and neat, then I walked awayThorny brambles were growing everywhere the very next dayClawed its way on up, on up from the groundClawed its way on up from the ground, from the groundI tried setting them on fire and I tried hacking them downIt clawed its way on up from the groundThere is misery weighing down a chilly October windI'm watching out my window, wondering just where it's gonna landHell is standing room only and they're running out of airIf heaven don't open up them gates soon boys, you better bewareThey'll be clawing on up, on up from the groundThey'll be clawing on up from the ground, from the groundThe mud will get soft and let out a hissing soundAs they're clawing on up from the ground
