This hole it has a bottom

Of that i have no doubt

If i could only smarten up

And figure my way out

But what would i do then?

Probably find i hate it there

And want to crawl back in



Well i swear upon my mother

And i believe with all my heart

That i could rule the world

If i could get my car to start

But what would i do then?

With the tires around the flower beds

We'll have to ride the rims



That would be funny

We'll take everything we have

The shoe money

And the birds

Will gather around our heads

And they'll peck at our corn-like teeth



The wall around the graveyard

Says that satin lives in hell

Though they may love the devil

His disciples sure can't spell

So what do i do then?

I guess i'll put the a in there

And show em how to sin



That would be funny

We'll take everything we have

The shoe money

And the birds

Will gather around our heads

And they'll peck at our corn-like teeth