Diamond Stuff

And only when the Sun is ours
Didn’t take long to find out
I’m a- I’m a husk
Made up of diamond stuff

I don’t seem to bleed this time, this time

Hair slicked back to a black slick
The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch
On an anthracite field I am laid out
And a diamond drill takes my feet off
Hair slicked back to a black slick
The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch
On an anthracite field I am laid out
And a diamond drill takes my feet off
Hair slicked back to a black slick
The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch
On an anthracite field I am laid out
And a diamond drill takes my feet off