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 ahnging 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