Muck and Mire

Dirt under my nails From digging my grave I'm one foot lower Every word that I say Through muck and mire I've wallowed in words I fight for my life Until I am heard A silver tongue And sterling deceit Have only got me Down six feet I'm clawing my casket I've buried myself No hope for my life As far I can tell So say what you will and sing the blues The dead have stories and none of them true