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Dust and mud comin' thru my pores.Can't find God in the department storesso I hit the road with a shovel and a song,see if I can dig it up before I'm goneDig it up...keep on movin'Here comes Jesus comin' down to free us.Hear poor wall street, crashin at His feet.Here comes Jesus comin' down to free us.Hear poor wall street, crashin at His feet.Dig it up...walk oncan only take fence sittin for so longcirculation loss says my heart was wrongI once was lost, but now I'm foundand everything meaningful is undergroundSo dig it up...big shiny advertisements all around my eyescan't wait to see my Lord tear a hole in the skiesall their wealthy gods promised me freedombut a middle-eastern hobo is the one who made it come.Letras de cancionesdig it up...their tall, glass, towers giving the finger to Godmakes Him think it's time to pull out that punishing roddestruction or deliverance, how's it gonna end?sometimes you gotta knock it down, so it can be born again From Letras Mania