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There are so many things
You can put in a song
You can make it 'bout a truck driver
You can make it an hour long
I have so little time
And so much to say
If you seek clarification
Then I can put it another way
Friend, won't you please fill my hole
It's located at the bottom of my soul
And it's a felon to be tellin', I know
No matter how many widgets, and digits, and stuff
You gather, you fossick, it can never be enough
That hollow, howlin' wind blows plaintive across your plain
Honey, I'm moved to say it again
Darlin', won't you please fill my hole
It's located at the bottom of my soul
And it's a felon to be tellin', I know
Fill my hole, yeah
Do you hear where I'm comin' from?
It's a spiritual thing
Are 'ya hearin' me people?
- Album:
- The Clockwork Man
- Compliance
- Babes In Consumerland
- The New Cocksucker Blues
- Miscellaneous
- Real Estate Man Plus
- Everything Is Under Control (Remixes)
- Everything Is Under Control
- relax Into the Abyss
- The Dissolving Satellite of Egoism Overturned
- Third Mall from the Sun
- The Human Germ
- The Future
- Remote Control
- Hooray!!
- Lies Inc.
- Dear Valued Customer
- Indie 2000, Volume 5
- Resist the Command
- Corporate Slave