Dust - CHILDCARE

Grab a barrel, a body odour

And a mouthful of clean teeth

Pluck a couple of bony shoulders

Wipe them clean

Cook 'em on a hot heat

I’ll never grow old and I’ll never become

The man that I hoped I’d be when I was young

I’ll never be famous, I’ll never be loved

'Cause soon we’ll all be dust

Never be rich but I’ll never run out

I’ll never get up and I’ll never get down

Never be new but I’ll never be rust

Soon we’ll all be dust

And if you laughed at something tender

You can try and turn your cheek

But in the end we’ll all be powder anyway, 'cause

We’re cooking on a hot heat, oh

I’ll never grow old and I’ll never become

The man that I hoped I’d be when I was young

I’ll never be famous, I’ll never be loved

'Cause soon we’ll all be dust

Never be rich but I’ll never run out

I’ll never get up and I’ll never get down

Never be new but I’ll never be rust

Soon we’ll all be dust

Soon we’ll all be dust, oh

Soon we’ll all be dust

Soon we’ll all be dust, here we go

Cooking up a hurricane

So hurry, get the table laid

I hope you like it homemade

You ready for your strangled eggs

You ready for your skewered heads

I hope you like it hot

This dinner’s gonna need a special grace

Soon we’ll all be dust

Soon we’ll all be dust, oh

Soon we’ll all be dust

Soon we’ll all be dust, here we go

Grace

Grace, Amen

Grace

Grace, Amen