Stir The Ashes Lyrics - Walkabouts

All dressed up for the day of the dead 

I have been waiting 

It's coming soon enough 

The doors are open and the prowlers have all fled 

So tired of waiting 

So tired of hanging tough 

Stir the ashes round 

Underneath my shoes 

Just stir the ashes round 

Make 'em dizzy, in the mud 

Make 'em dizzy 

Round and round and round 

Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave 

Come and pull the weeds 

Come and write your name 

Sitting here the sirens seem so far away 

They're back in timber town 

Three cheers for timber town 

Stir the ashes round 

Underneath my shoes 

Just stir the ashes round 

Make 'em dizzy, in the mud 

Make 'em dizzy 

Round and round and round 

Pull me right out of the dark 

My vision's never been this true 

The spoils have been crudely cut 

The balance has been lost for good 

Stir the ashes round