We Got The Jekyll

We're not the types who build you up

But we sanction the flutter in your fife

We know you'd like to trade your luck

In for wild and ingenious blight

We're your own feelings

And we got the Jekyll in your Hyde

While you pry them loose

You stumble around, you twist

Your lime in your party favor drink

With all of your Bally Table grip

God won't give you the diamonds

Until you've depleted their mines of their penny's worth

But the Lord will provide you with endless supplies of dirt

We'll help you out, we'll hoist the beams

And we'll spade up the treasure we can find

We know you've attempted to foil their schemes

But we can't save your bores from the tides

We're your own demons

And we got the Jekyll in your Hyde

While you plunge into the brine in the shaft you filled

You want me document your feat

For all the investors you've bilked

If the pirates on Oak Island had filed their

Retirement plans in the money pit

Will the lords have complied with their every demand

Will it fall from their lips like the Masons had planned

Will you bury the truth, will you dig with your hands?

If the Lord will provide you with endless supplies of dirt?