Awake In The Dirt Lyrics - Kevin Devine

Dad I know 

You can't see 

My actions as 

A plea for peace 

You can't get past 

The rocks stained red 

The nailbomb blast 

The doctor, dead 

Your prairie dream 

Your liberal heart 

Your patient mind 

Your father's arms 

They just won't do 

They just can't fit 

It's them, not Marx 

You can blame for this 

Alive in the dirt 

Alive in the dirt 

I am still, sainted + waiting 

For my perfect pain to speak through me again 

Dad, I found God 

Through Vietnam 

My Lai's graves 

Agent Orange 

See, we live lies 

We have to choose 

Our bombs spoke loud 

So I spoke, too 

Then disappeared 

10 miles from home 

Newark slum 

Where you won't go 

It's here I've found 

My higher self 

A life that works 

And suits me well 

I pray for the dirt 

I pray for the dirt 

And I ask to suffer in silence 

To stay here in hell 

Awake in the dirt 

My stutter lifts 

My words come clear 

Your little girl 

She's just not here 

I am sure 

At my death 

The truth will float 

On God's sweet breath 

Until that time 

Don't ask for me 

Behind this veil 

Is where I'll be 

At one with the dirt 

At one with the dirt 

I'm at peace, sainted + waiting 

For my perfect pain to cover me for good