When I fall in endless sleep. I hope that I'll be buried deep. Let me be the one that fortune favours. Even good children got shallow graves. Throw another clown to the lions. Throw another Joan on the blaze. Cast me away on the cruel calm ocean. and leave me for days and days and days and days and days. I won't lie in this poor shallow grave. I won't lie I won't lie in this poor shallow grave. Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep. I won't lie in this poor shallow grave. Bless the poor 'cos like the rich. They all end up in a ditch. In this world of fools and knaves. Even good children got shallow graves. The tinker the tailor the fabulous five. Nobody gets out of this alive. Chorus. Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep. I won't lie in this poor shallow grave. Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep. I won't lie in this poor shallow grave. Dig me down dig me down dig me down deep. I won't lie in this poor shallow grave.