The Dirt

I got in some trouble It felt like a fight But I have not stumbled I still have my sight Nobody knows What to do with their time Playing cards with the pieces Of our shattered eyes The ground's kinda tough I won't put up a fuss I don't care anyway We can leave everybody With bones in our hair Though the sea is our family And family is there Words are only useful With something to say I can choose what to do I will always be safe Ten sips from the bottle The candle brought light We picked up our shovels Strode into the night A longing for bliss A blindess to signs Since I was a kid I sure have declined The stones and the plants The religion of chance I'll believe in the sun and the day We can leave everybody With bones in our hair Though the sea is our family And family is there Words are only useful With something to say I can choose what to do I will always be safe I can't shake this feeling I wish that I could That my body is made up of Cheap plastic goods Early this morning When I opened my eyes I heard the gentle face of evil Say I'd never die There were birds on the ceiling And lakes in the sky I saw we were all kneeling In prayer for the night But I've always been reckless And misunderstood Knowing that I don't matter Thinking maybe I should I can dream of the summer I can live in your past I am free now to wander I am free to go fast There's a piece of our struggle At the bottom of the sea It will live there forever Preserved with salt and DDT The dirt sings our troubles The dirt is our god With a deep pompous chuckle Shows through the facade The dirt sings our troubles The dirt is our god With a deep pompous chuckle Shows through the facade The dirt sings our troubles The dirt is our god With a deep pompous chuckle Shows through the facade The dirt sings our troubles The dirt is our god With a deep pompous chuckle Shows through the facade