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