Stir The Ashes

All dressed up for the day of the dead

I have been waiting

It's coming soon enough

The doors are open and the prowlers have all fled

So tired of waiting

So tired of hanging tough

Stir the ashes round

Underneath my shoes

Just stir the ashes round

Make 'em dizzy, in the mud

Make 'em dizzy

Round and round and round

Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave

Come and pull the weeds

Come and write your name

Sitting here the sirens seem so far away

They're back in timber town

Three cheers for timber town

Stir the ashes round

Underneath my shoes

Just stir the ashes round

Make 'em dizzy, in the mud

Make 'em dizzy

Round and round and round

Pull me right out of the dark

My vision's never been this true

The spoils have been crudely cut

The balance has been lost for good

Stir the ashes round