I really could have picked any song off of Bone Machine, but nothing really encapsulates the visceral horror of Tom Waits' post apocalypse like 'Dirt In The Ground'. This maudlin ballad starts out depressed and only gets worse from there. "What does it matter," wails Waits, "a dream of love or a dream of lies? We're all gonna be the same place when we die." The world Tom Waits imagines for us is one where the apocalypse has already devastated the Earth and is now just grinding down the spirit of those left. This is a world where "Hell's boiling over and Heaven is full" and where crowds gather to watch a killer swing from the gallows and where everyone you ask will tell you quite simply that "we're all gonna be dirt in the ground."