Everybody's got a hole to fill It doesn't matter if your name is Jack or Jill Everybody's got a hole that they need filled
She wakes up Still looking lost And says what's the point of this And I say not a lot Still she gets up And through her weary smile She tries to find the strength To carry on a while Two days ago She wrote away To a mail order guru Her postal sage Who promised answers By return of mail Explaining why Sometimes it seems The world has failed He wrote back
I left the pub last night And I was just in time To see them break my windows And slash my tyres I'm a liberal I thought As I felt my anger rise I was desperately searching For my feminine side But my feminine side Was on her morning coffee break I beat the shit out of one And boy, I felt great Hey Bob, he said don't get annoyed We all find different ways To fill up the void And I said yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
