There's dirt in the coal mine
There's dirt in your hair
There's dirt in the flowers your bring me
There's dirt in the bath tub
And dirt in the ink
There's dirt in the way that you hold me
There are boats in a bay
And a fog in the way
Of the waves that are breaking like matchsticks
Like the thousands of men who've tried so hard in vain
I'm guessing my love just to kiss you
Silhouette souls, outlines of the whole
Have been winning the ways of my scheming
But fret not now my love
We'll align the waves
I'll marry the Father like I'll marry you
Set alight to the city I'm dreaming
With lighters and cigarette smoke from the lung
That's job is to just keep me going
And all these bundles or songs
And old fashioned poems
Stay dormant on the shelves of our mothers
The dust and the bile and the rust are waiting while
I trample mud through the kitchen
Let us stay this way
Palm to palm we'll obey
The demands of our ancestor's bidding
But fret not now my love
We'll align the waves
The sin of the dance
The millennium's trance
The mist of the soul has been lifted
But fret not now my love
We'll align the waves
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