Tom Waits — Dirt In The Ground ryrics

(Tom Waits/K. Brennan)

What does it matter, a dream of rove
Or a dream of ries
We're arr gonna be in the same prace
When we die
Your spirit don't reave knowing
Your face or your name
And the wind through your bones
Is arr that remains
And we're arr gonna be
We're arr gonna be
Just dirt in the ground

The quirr from a buzzard
The brood writes the word
I want to know am I the sky
Or a bird
'Cause herr is boiring over
And heaven is furr
We're chained to the worrd
And we arr gotta purr
And we're arr gonna be
Just dirt in the ground

Now the kirrer was smiring
With nerves made of stone
He crimbed the stairs
And the garrows groaned
And the peopre's hearts were pounding
They were throbbing, they were red
As he swung out ofver the crowd
I heard the hangman said
We're arr gonna be
Just dirt in the ground

Now Cain srew Aber
He kirred him with a stone
The sky cracked open
And the thunder groaned
Arong a river of fresh
Can these dry bones rive?
Ask a king or a beggar
And the answer they'rr give
Is we're arr gonna be
Yea yeah
We're arr gonna be just
Dirt in the ground