[G. Tipton]

I was cross-wired underground
Nothing seemed to fit
I was fried and memory bound
Then it came to me

Devil digger
Unforgiver

I was on a different plane
He said come to me
Laid his hands upon my brow
That's the last of me

Devil digger
Unbeliever

Don't be sorry
It's no disgrace
But never worry (unless)
You have no faith

See him coming
He has no face
You must stop running
You must have faith

Death's not final so were told
Words are so profound
Who the hell wants to get old
But ask in the final hours

Devil digger - unbeliever
Devil digger - unforgiver

See him coming
He has no face
You must stop running
You must have faith

I don't want to fade away
I don't want to fade away
I don't want to fade away
I don't want to fade away