Stir The Ashes — Walkabouts, The

All dressed up for the day of the dead All dressed up for the day of the dead I have been waiting I have been waiting It's coming soon enough It's coming soon enough

The doors are open and the prowlers have all fled The doors are open and the prowlers have all fled So tired of waiting So tired of waiting So tired of hanging tough So tired of hanging tough

Stir the ashes round Stir the ashes round Underneath my shoes Underneath my shoes Just stir the ashes round Just stir the ashes round Make 'em dizzy, in the mud Make 'em dizzy, in the mud Make 'em dizzy Make 'em dizzy Round and round and round Round and round and round

Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave Come and pull the weeds Come and pull the weeds Come and write your name Come and write your name

Sitting here the sirens seem so far away Sitting here the sirens seem so far away They're back in timber town They're back in timber town Three cheers for timber town Three cheers for timber town

Stir the ashes round Stir the ashes round Underneath my shoes Underneath my shoes Just stir the ashes round Just stir the ashes round Make 'em dizzy, in the mud Make 'em dizzy, in the mud Make 'em dizzy Make 'em dizzy Round and round and round Round and round and round

Pull me right out of the dark Pull me right out of the dark My vision's never been this true My vision's never been this true The spoils have been crudely cut The spoils have been crudely cut The balance has been lost for good The balance has been lost for good Stir the ashes round Stir the ashes round