Going Down The Hole

i’m going down the hole

to the ‘liar’s lair’

i’m going down the hole

see what’s going on down there
jump right on

that carousel

i’m going down the hole

where the firemen sleep

i’m going down the hole

where the drinks are cheap

might need a whiskey

& another one as well

red umbrella twirling in the rain
stand to, action, cameras roll

the voice of reason walks the other way

thought i heard him say something, i don’t know

when saturday comes & i got no money left

a wife & kid i never met

i’m going down the hole

into the earth

i’m going down the hole

for what it’s worth

i may be back but then

maybe i won’t

i’m going down the hole

if that’s what it takes

i’m jumping in the hole

cos them’s the stakes

telephone says dooit dooit

the hovering hand says don’t

sickle moon dancing through the trees

traffic noise, the wind dying down

the southern cross, the milky way

don’t know where that rain went, maybe underground

when saturday comes & i haven’t got a cent

& no one knows where i went

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