You are from an old land
Crafted out of wet sand
What is it all about?
Staring down at your hands
In your own head
In your old, old head
(Ooh) Into the dirt (Ooh)
(Ooh) Into the dirt (Ooh)
Into the dirt
Into the dirt
Mystery of my own flesh, ooh
I'll never stop wondering, never stop
Turning inside out
I'll never stop spinning
Turning inside out, ooh
Gone when I'm gone
(Ooh) Into the dirt (Ooh)
(Ooh) Into the dirt (Ooh)
Into the dirt (Ooh, ooh)
Into the dirt (Ooh)
(Ooh) Into the dirt (Ooh)
(Ooh) Into the dirt (Ooh)
Into the dirt (Ooh, ooh)
Into the dirt (Ooh)