Hole Songtext
von Personal Trainer

There′s an angry black sheep on a hill very steep
With a thorn in the back of her hoof
And there's beautiful creed and consistent beliefs
In the spot where your doubts used to be
So you gather your love in a bomb
And you crash into bodies of wool and debris
When you take a step back just to look at the result
You realize that that pain′s got a worse

Yoo-hoo! Down here! It's me!
Someone get me out of this venom-shaped mold
I'm Twan Jerome
Someone get me out of this hole


There′s a terrible itch in the stitch of your suit
And a voice that won′t quit in your jawbone
There's a pact that you made with a vending machine
In exchange for a moment alone
So you′re chewing on tape as you mutter "escape"
To the birds who are smoking in line
But the moment you speak they explode into meat
And you're left with a bill and a fine

Yoo-hoo! Down here! It′s me!
Someone get me out of this venom-shaped mold
I'm Twan Jerome
Someone get me out of this hole

Now the goal of this song is to briefly prolong
This condition of useless self-loathing
To deny and forget the real job that′s at hand
One of betterment and of persistence
'Cause we all need to learn and we all need to work
And we need to look after each other
But until then

Yoo-hoo! Down here! It's me!
Someone get me out of this venom-shaped mold
I′m Twan Jerome
Someone get me out of this hole