Intro: x2 Verso 1: Years of living blood to string Years of living hand to mouth Years just getting gig to gig East to West, North to South Well he could have been making a killing Peddling the Dream But if you found him at all you found him just scraping A living blood to string So sing a song for the no hit wonder Though it isn’t one of his He’d sing ’Shovel me under Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is Verso 2: He broke free from the way they raised him He knows a heart is hell enough and never full He never sang that music would save him Knows never trust an evangelical He’d say ’You wanna know what true love feels like? It’s the next best thing to death Feels like after an elbowed windpipe Just before the next breathâ?� Just before your next breath - So with your next breath Sing a song for the no hit wonder Though it isn’t one of his He’d sing ’Shovel me under Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is Bridge: But at night he can hear the fireworks From his tunnel underground And he’s carved himself a little crawlspace Just to lay his body down To fade out of sound To the thunder under town Sing a song for the no hit wonder Though it isn’t one of his He’d sing ’Shovel me under Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is