Shhh... (Hope Diggy) Lyrics

Hope diggy

Shhh... diggy

Last without their (x4)



Some people have the tendency

Of sucking the life out of me

Try and fill me with forthcomings

Excess is the way of the wise

Even when they are left alone one hand's on rye

(I'm last to come...)

(Have to get mine first...)

A thousand rambles in a second

Tiny tip is tired and will not tolerate toilet tokens

Until he is "Topsy-Turvey"

So stop the torment, you TRAITORS!



I can't take the squeaks anymore

Than I can't take you

I'm sure your sick of me

Well I'm sick of you too

Haven't gone far enough my friend

If you'll send we'll understand

Enter the choice

And avoid the void

Your safe with the flag...

(...cha...)



Local lopsided judges lure lunacy over

Loony loud lumpy loopholes

With lingo that's loathsome and

Shady shameless shamsters

Shake and shape shaggy young people

With sharp teeth...

On shelves of ship-shaped sharp-eyed shop-owners

While customers consume

Large quantities of curiously cultivated curtains

Along side crowds of crude oils

Crossed and crooked

Atop a crushed ice-maker



I can't take the squeaks anymore

Than I can't take you

I'm sure your sick of me

Well I'm sick of you too

Haven't gone far enough my friend

If you'll send we'll understand

Enter the choice

And avoid the void

your safe with the flag...



Hope diggy

Shhh... diggy

Last without their (x8)



I can't take the squeaks anymore

Than I can't take you

I'm sure your sick of me

Well I'm sick of you too

Haven't gone far enough my friend

If you'll send we'll understand

Enter the choice

And avoid the void

Your safe with the flag...

Safe with the flag...



Hope diggy

Shhh... diggy

Last without their (x2)