Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tramp the Dirt Down, artist - Elvis Costello.
Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Song language: English
Tramp the Dirt Down |
I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign |
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain |
She spills with compassion, as that young childs |
Face in her hands she grips |
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice |
Coming down on that childs lips |
Well I hope I dont die too soon |
I pray the lord my soul to save |
Oh Ill be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave |
Because theres one thing I know, Id like to live |
Long enough to savour |
Thats when they finally put you in the ground |
Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down |
When england was the whore of the world |
Margeret was her madam |
And the future looked as bright and as clear as The black tarmacadam |
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isnt |
Haunted by every tiny detail |
cos when she held that lovely face in her hands |
All she thought of was betrayal |
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run |
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his |
only son |
And how its only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt |
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt |
Try telling me she isnt angry with this pitiful discontent |
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment |
And then expect you to say «thank you"straighten up, look proud and pleased |
Because youve only got the symptoms, you havent got the whole disease |
Just like a schoolboy, whose heads like a tin-can |
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain |
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and |
maimed |
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame |
Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep |
I think Ill be going before we fold our arms and start to weep |
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap |
cos when they finally put you in the ground |
Theyll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down |