| Dirt in the Ground |
| (Tom Waits/K. Brennan) What does it matter, a dream of love Or a dream of lies We're all gonna be in the same place When we die Your spirit don't leave knowing Your face or your name And the wind through your bones Is all that remains And we're all gonna be We're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground The quill from a buzzard The blood writes the word I want to know am I the sky Or a bird 'Cause hell is boiling over And heaven is full We're chained to the world And we all gotta pull And we're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground Now the killer was smiling With nerves made of stone He climbed the stairs And the gallows groaned And the people's hearts were pounding They were throbbing, they were red As he swung out ofver the crowd I heard the hangman said We're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground Now Cain slew Abel He killed him with a stone The sky cracked open And the thunder groaned Along a river of flesh Can these dry bones live? Ask a king or a beggar And the answer they'll give Is we're all gonna be Yea yeah We're all gonna be just Dirt in the ground |