| Lyrics: | His head is a big black hole
full of big black things
and it sucks so hard
you could
never against the mud
Sugar plum, no ones ever seen anything come
ouch, what a
travesty, what a sad fate
someone get a band-aid please
we gotta get this guy a machine for
his cranium
I mean I don't need
maybe I don't hear what i need
this never really
goes anywhere
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in
This winter they come too quick and broad
with not enough hot
spiced cider or cinnamon toast
you never think you know this but when you got a dead
start
sucking up both times in your brain
things start to change
and for the record
let me say
its not his fault that things never change
the summer is always too
short
and still they broke up for a guy with a black hole in his head
and you'll never
meet him anyway
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a
hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
(We dug a hole) |
