The Dreadnoughts — Dusty Ground

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The dogs are moaning low, the moon is in the sky
The baby in his bed, he gives a little cry
He knows the dirty secret we never pass around
We’re all just water on the dusty groundThe sky’s a-burning crimson from fires in the west
The rich man’s running for the isles of the blessed
As Jimmy fells the timber that never makes a sound
We’re all just water on the dusty ground

Tulloo! Tullay! The reaper’s on the way!
He’s sitting in the corner, he’s coming out to play
Nobody gives a toss, so stand your final round
We’re all just water on the dusty ground
We’re all just water on the dusty ground

There’s children blown to pieces by madmen in the sky
And warlords gathering with deserts in their eyes
And Jesus may be sacred but the devil is profound
We’re all just water on the dusty ground

When the day is over, that’s Jimmy at the bar
He’s drowning sorrows in his meager little jar
Recalls the little secret we never pass around
We’re all just water on the dusty ground

Tulloo! Tullay! The reaper’s on the way!
He’s sitting in the corner, he’s coming out to play
Nobody gives a toss, so stand your final round
We’re all just water on the dusty ground
We’re all just water on the dusty ground

The farmer at the soil, the soldier on the line
The lovesick Jerry singing Darling Clementine
The lady in the country, the courtesan in town
They’re all just water on the dusty ground

Tulloo! Tullay! The reaper’s on the way!
He’s sitting in the corner, he’s coming out to play
Nobody gives a toss, so stand your final round
We’re all just water on the dusty ground
We’re all just water on the dusty ground