| Lyrics: | Tired of being clean, sick of being proper, I want to live among the beggers and dig out in the
dirt, step outside the walls we built to protect us, don't be afraid to get some mud on your face,
come on come on everybody, come on come on and serve some one.
Chrous: Let's get dirty,
let's get used, no matter where you come from, if your beatten up or brused, let's get foolish,
let's get free, free to be the one thing, you were meant to be, let's get dirty.
You
might get a bruse, or some blisters on your fingers, you might start to
question or wonder
what it's worth, you might slip and fall from the burdans that you carry, but you can't have this
treasure till you dig it from the dirt.
Come on Come on everybody, Come on Come on and
serve someone
Repeat Chrous
Come on Come on everybody, Come on Come on and
serve someone, Come on Come on everybody, Come on Come on and serve someone
Repeat
Chrous |
