Just cant believe I fell for it twice guess Im made for the road Little more brains or somethin sure would be nice, maybe trade for my soul The clowns in the kitchen are laughin at me think its what I deserve Like Saint Pat I would chase those snakes back to the sea but Im losin my nerve I know, I cant figure it out, I know, I cant figure it out but one thing I have figured out, Im finally back to one place that I know hey back in the hole Called you from London, 4th of July Baby I just never learn The Tropic off Capricorn it opened my eyes to the fact Ive been burned She says Ive got a new man now he sleeps in your bed He's sensitive too And when were done fuckin ain't it sweet that he says He's concerned about you, Yeah concerned about me I know, Henry Miller said I know, Henry Miller said that I Would be better dead then someplace back below Hey back in the hole Im back, in the hole Im back in the hole Im back in the hole Red lights in Bristol lookin for gear with my last 20 pounds Baby, Im tired of hearin what I don't want to hear Get me outta this town I used to find shelter in the sound of your voice Now I wish I was deaf And all you can offer me is a hole of a choice Its all you got left I know, that my Jesus wept I know, that my Jesus wept about a secret That he cared, about a secret that he's kept. he holds a one-way ticket for my soul Im back, in the hole Im back in the hole Im back in the hole Im back, in the hole Im back in the hole Im back in the hole