Twisted Soul


Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 by a world that's as tangled up as you are.

Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 and your fingernails are bleeding.

Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 by a world you can only see as cruel.

Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 where there's no such thing as laughter.

Yes, you've lost your way to laughter.

You're trapped in a world
 where Real Men don't cry
So you let your guitar do your screaming.

You're raking in money,
 but what can it buy
When you can't find the will to keep dreaming?

Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 by a world that is dancing at your funeral,

Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 in the catacombs of pain.

Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 by a world that is burying its living,

Twisted Soul, tied into knots,
 can you dig your way to freedom?

Can you dig your way to freedom?
Can you dig your way to freedom?




                                   Thomas G. Digby
                                   written 0200 hr 10/12/91
                                   entered 1925 hr 10/12/91
                                   revised 1540 hr 10-23-91
                                           2055 hr  2-08-92
                                   format  14:11 12/22/2001