No dates to miss, no home to phone   No face to kiss, no good alone   No family, no history, a permenant delinquency   No will to smile, no room to cry   No time to think   Just watch, don't flinch   Why yes, that's you in your millionth clinch   You murder every time you blink      Some flee disasters for their lives   You flee the spawn of grubby lies   At one with graveyard dust and shipyard rust   Too loose to trust   You'll heal so much faster   if your homeland is your master      No dirt-cheap Adriatic sun   No heart of gold back of the gun   No deathcamps built for less than fun   No white man's bond, no civilization   No right to more than birth and death   from the drivelling drones of the former west   Their credo dead like Brezhnev's bones   Their headless spears and special malnutrition zones      No deathcamps here, I tell you   Just grey convenience hell   Ten civil wars unended   'neath billboard signs which yell,   "You need someone pretty   Someone English and shifty......"      CHORUS:   Let the dirt cover all, cover all, cover all   Let the dirt cover all   For it's the mother of us all and our bed when we fall   We belong nowhere      And by the way, you're dirt! Dirt! You're dirt!   Always know your worth   as you roam this mirthless earth--You're dirt! Dirt!      No sleep, the 'phone, god knows what time   Just a wordless click on the end of the line   and a thud at the door out back in the dark   as some wirehair creature spins 'round the yard   Why do you run? Why do you hide?   Why do you bruise and then decide?   You didn't mean it, you didn't see   Well, now you're run to rags and so is she      You'll drink the Balkan brandy   You will forget your name   You will become a captain   and you will lose all shame   You need someone pretty   Someone English and shifty--CHORUS      Let the dirt cover all, cover all, cover all   Let the dirt cover all   From the veil to the shawl   From the flirt to the brawl   We belong nowhere