Hole
Mick Moss
On and on and on the sound
An air to drag you down
Before you've stayed too long
And when you realize
What lies behind those crooked eyes
You're bought and sold
Of all the wasted avenues
The bitterest of pills to choose
Down in a hole
Deep enough to drown
When at first the trap was laid
You showed your wicked face
And held your gaze too long
With far too much for you to prove
You made the sickest move
You ever could have known
You played the man
Too much, too soon
For old perfume
And now it's you
Down in a hole
Deep enough to drown
...and it's a front row seat