The Dirt Eaters

Do you know the smell of your own face? Will you eat the, will you eat the world? You're goin' to a place that's rotten Feast on what's on the way Goin' to a place that's rotten Feast on what's on the way Goin' to an open, to a clearing The soil is sour and unforgiving We buried our guilt I think I left the shovel there Goin' to an open, to a clearing The soil is sour and unforgiving We buried our guilt I think I left the shovel there I'd eat all the dirt in this yard for you And all the dog bones too If you asked me (if you asked me) Every sick brain knows an unknown fellow Any sick brain aches, we think about things Goin' to a place that's rotten Feast on what's on the way Goin' to a place that's rotten Feast on what's on the way Goin' to an open, to a clearing The soil is sour and unforgiving We buried our guilt I think I left the shovel there Goin' to an open, to a clearing The soil is sour and unforgiving We buried our guilt I think I left the shovel there