Returning ashes to ashes
Self-slaughtered souls
La, la, la
He took my picture
By diggers, drillers and sellers
Raped into deserts
La, la, la
We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky
In the cemetery sun
To tell us the future has been stolen away
My body was tempted
The commerce the intrigue
The earth sends from her grave
They hide three mystics
To crumble into one
Reunion of dust until creation's done
For a drink at the water hole
As the day they were sold for forests
La, la, la
La, la, la
We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky
La, la, la
Cry out to dead poor men
La, la, la
We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky
Their tongues will burn dry
