DIRT Lyrics

Whatever happened to smiles and dirt-cheap wine

Whatever happened to the worn-out nursery rhyme

Whatever happened to all those friends of mine

They must be around, afraid to make a sound, afraid to run out of time.

A ticklish man with the infirmary blues

Reading yesterday's mail like it was front-page news

Granola and health food gives him nothing but the blues

He wants some fruit loops, a little love, and a silver moon

He doesn't want to die in some foreign land

Afghanistan, Iraq, or Iran

He didn't vote for this President or make this plan

Give him the last dance, he wants a chance to scratch out a tune

Too many days on a blood soaked rag

Piles of manure and faded flag

Couldn't get him into heaven, and hell was a drag

He's got a terminal disease, if you please, he'd like to save his soul

Watching a cockroach swimming in his lukewarm beer

The quintessential fool with a lipstick tear

Picking his nose and scratching his ear

In a city of sadness, with nothing there to make him whole

Celia was looking kind of weird and shady

She was either a ghost or a lovely lady

Little miss Arkansas almost drove him crazy

So he slipped into the devil's nightclub with a girl named Flo

It takes a lot of rain to make a rose grow tall

Those Dagg Gone Blues don't grow nothing at all

He can hear those footsteps right down the hall

He's dragging that river but he's sure that he's gotta go

Another all-nighter and he's coma-toes

Songs from inside the freezer just froze

Artificial sweeteners cheer up everyone's clothes

Inside of poetry, rhythm and rhymes and an empty room

In a run down alley with a bottle of gin

No room at the top, no place to begin

Sex and ice cream, no you just can't win

Trading tap shoes with a dancing bear who was gone too soon