There is this old woman 
  She lives down the road 
  You can often find her 
  Kneeling inside of her hole 
  And I often ask her 
  "Are you looking for the mother lode?" 
  Huh? 
  No. 
  No my child, this is not my desire 
  And then she said 

  I'm digging for fire (x4)

  There is this old man 
  Who spent so much of his life sleeping 
  That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years 
  He resides 
  On a beach 
  In a town 
  Where I am going to live 
  And I often ask him 
  "Are you looking for the mother lode?" 
  Huh? 
  No. 
  No my child, this is not my desire 
  And then he said 

  I'm digging for fire (x4)

		Black Francis
		(p) 1990 4-A-D