Head Hole (Song)...

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I pushed a guy on Sunday;

He shot me on a Monday.

You want to learn humility?

Well Fu´ck baby, that's one way.

                                 So now I'm just a ghost,

                                   Watching-the world go to shit.

                                 And I wish—oh, I wish—

                              Someone would ask what-I-think of it.

… this-is what I'd say … This, what I'd say:

                              Bring in the bigots, call in the racists;

                                 I want to bleed on all their proud, cocky faces:

                                  Look down on (any) life, you're better off dead...

                                    I should know:

                                   I've got a hole in the back of my head

(bla-la-LA!!!)

                               Draw in the bullies, entice the brawlers,

                                The pledgers, the cliques, and the fucking cat-callers:

                                 Treat lives like meat, then it's fair when you're bled...

                                  I should know:

                                 I've got a hole in the back of my head

(bla-la-LA!!!)

         [instrumental / arbitrary shout break]

I pushed a guy: I said his wife

Was uglier than mine; that he was

Dumb, poor, lazy, weak, and just

Less human. Less refined.

So he shot me in my fucking face;

I didn't think he'd do it. And

I'd never seen my bloated soul,

'Til-he put a hole right through it.

       … {build} … {build}

                            Roll up your kindness, make it a lever;

                              Do something, true, loving, thought-sparking, clever:

                                Fuck being a preacher; be a neighbor instead...

                               You talk down?

                             You'll meet the ground with a hole in your head

(bla-la-LA!!!)

                                 I'm sick of hatred. Judging and blaming.

                             Left-right, godless-faithful, all them point fingers blaming.

                          When you can't see or hear another? 'Nough said...

                      Your mind's gone:

              So says the guy with the hole in his head

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