Dig a ditch a bout three feet wide Somewhere, you can lie In this suburban backhills nightmare Keeping low is the way to go Cris-cross the fields in the dark Keep low your cigarette spark Keep your load light as a kite Its the least of your worries to lose in flight Im slowly losing my grip on the cold steel rail We only win if we refuse to fail .. In the war of ninety four I fell in love with a whore I should have known better than to mess With twisted autumn regret Get up and repress your mind From here to dawn youre on borrowed time So keep your hazzled eyes and seize Im looking through you to the knife you hide Im slowly losing my grip on the cold steel rail We only win if we refuse to fail