Just can't believe, fell for it twice,
Guess I'm made for the road
Little more brains or somethin',
Sure would be nice, maybe trade for my soul
The clowns in the kitchen, are laughin' at me,
Think it's what I deserve
Like Saint Pat I would chase those snakes back to the sea,
But I'm losin' my nerve
I know, I can't figure it out,
I know, I can't figure it out, but one thing
I have figured out, I'm finally back to one place that I know
Hey, back in the hole
Called you from London, 4th of July
Baby, I just never learn
The Tropic off Capricorn, it opened my eyes
To the fact I've been burned
She says I've got a new man now, he sleeps in your bed,
He's sensitive too
And when we're done fuckin' aint it sweet that he says
He's concerned about you, Yeah concerned about me
I know, Henry Miller said,
I know, Henry Miller said that I
Would be better dead, then someplace back below
Hey, back in the hole
I'm back, in the hole,
I'm back in the hole,
I'm back in the hole,
Red lights in Bristol, lookin for gear
With my last 20 pounds
Baby, I'm tired of hearin' what I don't want to hear
Get me outta this town
I used to find shelter, in the sound of your voice
Now I wish I was deaf
And all you can offer me is a hole of a choice
It's all you got left
I know, that my Jesus wept
I know, that my Jesus wept, about a secret
That he cared, about a secret that he's kept.
He holds a oneway ticket for my soul
I'm back, in the hole,
I'm back in the hole,
I'm back in the hole,
I'm back, in the hole,
I'm back in the hole,
I'm back in the hole,