Dirty Bread

[Verse 1] It's the triumph of all the people Who were the first to turn disaster on its head The fear of death became an inspiration Our dirty nails dig deep, our teeth sink twice as deep [Chorus] In dirty bread on a place mat Coming back from the bank soon With art worth nothing Flowers for the bathroom [Verse 2] I say hello to George, recall it Say what up to Ares Let some blood in the water Just to regulate the balance They call many years a blessing Sleeping on a made bed Dishes from the old world A mirror full of photographs [Chorus] And a hessian place mat Coming back from thе bank soon With art worth nothing Flowers for the bathroom The samе how you doings Fragments you shore up The pieces that you stockpile In the face of your ruin [Bridge] The passion - Of life, from The fear of death [Chorus] And a hessian place mat Coming back from the bank soon With art worth nothing Flowers for the bathroom The same how you doings Fragments you shore up The pieces that you stockpile In the face of your ruin