Capo I
Dirt In The Ground
Tom Waits, Kathleen Brennan / Tom Waits: Bone Machine (1992)
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What does it | matter, | a dream of love - Or a dream of | lies? |
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We're | all gonna be the same | place - When we | die. |
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Your spirit don't leave | knowing - | Your face or your | name, |
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And the | wind through your bones - Is | all that | remains. |
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And we're all gonna | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... |
Em | |
Just dirt in the ground! |
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The quill from a | buzzard - | The blood writes the | word. |
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I want to | know am I the | sky - Or the | bird. |
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'Cause | hell is | boiling over - | And heaven is | full. |
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We're | chained to the world - And | we all gotta | pull. |
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And we're all gonna | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... |
Em | |
Just dirt in the ground! |
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Now the | killer was | smiling - With | nerves made of | stone. |
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He climbed the stairs - And the | gallows | groaned, |
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And the | people's hearts were | pounding - They were | throbbing, they were | red. |
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As he | swung out over the crowd - I heard the | hangman | said: |
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And we're all gonna | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... |
Em | |
Just dirt in the ground! |
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Now | Cain slew | Gel - He | killed him with a | stone. |
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The | sky cracked open - And the | thunder | groaned. |
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Along a river of | flesh - | Can these dry bones | live? |
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Ask a | king or a beggar - And the | answer they'll | give: |
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And we're all gonna | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... | be | ... |
Em | |
Just dirt in the ground! |