Tired of being clean, sick of being proper
I wanna live among the beggars
and dig out in the dirt
step outside the walls we built to protect us
don't be afraid to get some mud on your face

come on, come on everybody
come on, come on and serve someone

(chorus)
let's get dirty, let's get used
no matter where you come from
if you're beaten up or bruised
let's get foolish - let's get free
free to be the one thing you were meant to be
let's get dirty

you might get a bruise or some blisters on your fingers
you might start a question and wonder what it's worth
you may slip and fall from the burdens that you carry
but you can't have this treasure
'til you dig it from the dirt

come on, come on everybody
come on, come on and serve someone

(chorus)

come on, come on, everybody
come on, come on, serve somebody
come on, come on, everybody
come on, come on, serve somebody

(chorus x2)