Stir The Ashes by 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
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