[Chorus] Pan fryer, pan fryer You dug where the wet earth bends Pan fryer, pan fryer Small grubs stirred like crooked friends Dark roots tangled, holding tight You pulled the buried mess to light [Verse] Under the crust, the old roots curled Black fingers gripping a hidden world Mud on the blade, rain in the grain Every twist came up again [Verse] Small grubs stirred in the broken bed Moving like sparks where the roots had spread Pan fryer, you stood there, hands down low Watching the dark things writhe and grow [Chorus] Pan fryer, pan fryer You dug where the wet earth bends Pan fryer, pan fryer Small grubs stirred like crooked friends Dark roots tangled, holding tight You pulled the buried mess to light
