In dust we trust
Once a year we go to a deserted wasteland
and have the times of our lives in the red sand
These stains on my feet were a little unplanned
Things are sure to get out of hand
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In dust we trust, because it’s everywhere
In your nose, in your teeth and sometimes in your hair
No matter how much you scrub, you'll never be clean again
Next year we are doing it again
Once a year we let all ourselves go
and reduce ourselves to the lowest lows
There's are lot fun here to be had
but you will have to come and see for yourself
CHORUS
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