The Walkabouts - Life full of holes

A life full of holes, a life full of wind The devil’s dust it blows through me again Don’t look for me, I ain’t easy to find The Barbary trail is where I’ve gone to hide That’s where I go to hide Me and Reeves walk down to the square Rings of fire burnin’ everywhere The pariah dogs and the acrobat kings I tell Reeves I have to laugh at everything Always laughed at everything (inst.)