The Walkabouts - Stir The Ashes lyrics

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