Checking out from head to toe
We're digging dirt
We're digging dirt
We won't speak of reconciliation
We get in line
For the alphabet soup
We're packed like sardines
We're packed like sardines
It's a dime a dozen
This mortal coil
You wanna go left, you wanna go right
You're digging dirt
You're digging dirt
Dog eat dog in a railway station
Scarlet woman in a fancy car
Show us some good behavior
We're packed like sardines
We're packed like sardines
This war of nerves
Will get you down
You gotta make it on your own
You gotta make it all alone
You gotta keep your head up high
You gotta move
You gotta prove
Stand in line
And leave behind
Always kind
Never mind
You gotta make it on your own
You gotta make it all alone