Work my hands in the soil
What's the pay for all the toil?
Dust for blood
Dust for blood
Dust for blood

Throw the grapes, pick the trees
Building bridges on the seems
Harvest cotton on my knees
Dust for blood
Dust for blood
Dust for blood

Pick the diamonds, pick the coal
Broken windows, broken soul
Bitter tears and bitter cold
Before my years, I'm growing old

Hammer steel, hammering
Cut the timber, buzzsaw sing
Build a highway for the king
But all I gets the same old thing

Dust for blood
Dust for blood
Dust for blood

Working man, toil in vain
What's the pay for all the pain?
Dust for blood
Dust for blood
Dust for blood

Dust will swirl, dust will blow
Dust is all I'll ever know
My body to the dust will go
Dust for blood
Dust for blood
Dust for blood