Tekster:
Hole Awful

Until they brought a church and steeple Greedy awful people They drive those fuckin' awful cars And go to rich and shitty bars Greedy awful people I

's the way That's the way they came Take me out on the jar today We'll drink stout and we'll be okay We might get out of our holes tonight We'll get

Rots separate, yet so alive They found holes inside We've got holes inside Sights so awful They stole the color from your hair They found holes inside

?t scoot by trumpeting the cash cow?s gone The quantize knob that drains the beat of all soul You hapless slob go back to sink in your hole This thing

Stuttering, staggering through And I've pierced the last hole in my arm To gouge out the pieces of you And your staggering, stuttering greed And your never ending need And your terrible, awful

is running down the land He's running down the land, oh Choose your awful swords and fight until the end Scream the pain that you have die right here in the hole

for the dough I fought off a forty O And bought the clothes that were affordable A scorpio with the stinger sticking into singers and tawdry holes Your chorus flows with an awful

she comes across an ankle bone Takes it home and drills a hole and wears it on a leather thong Having such an awful time accepting that he's really

with dirty pigeons a vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in a batty senior citizen flashing that awful