Holes

The look on your face it says it all, your tired and hungry, and worst of all,
you’d sell your mother for a drag on a cigarette
And as I watch my breath in clouds, in the early morning bathroom,
I’ve come to realise, you’ve been a bit upset
Put those thoughts to the back of your mind, and come with me, because I’ve got
designs on your soul
And if you don’t start smiling soon, I’m gonna hang you by your feet,
don’t start with me because i know where you dug those holes, where you’ve dug
those holes
There’s no point trying to wash the dirt, from your cracked and calloused hands,
you’d give the game away, if you were playing solitaire
You can’t drink away the hurt, get so drunk that you can’t stand,
knelt wretching in the bathroom while your best mate holds your hair
Put those thoughts to the back of your mind, and come with me, because I’ve got
designs on your soul
And if you don’t start smiling soon, I’m gonna hang you by your feet,
don’t start with me because i know where you dug those holes, where you’ve dug
those holes
We know where you dug those holes (x6)
Put those thoughts to the back of your mind, and come with me, because I’ve got
designs on your soul
And if you don’t start smiling soon, I’m gonna hang you by your feet,
don’t start with me because i know where you dug those holes, where you’ve dug
those holes