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