i’m going down the hole
to the ‘liar’s lair’
i’m going down the hole
see what’s going on down there
jump right on
that carousel
i’m going down the hole
where the firemen sleep
i’m going down the hole
where the drinks are cheap
might need a whiskey
might need another one as well
red umbrella twirling in the rain
stand to, action, cameras roll
the voice of reason walks the other way
thought i heard him say something, i don’t know
when saturday comes & i got no money left
a wife & kid i never met
i’m going down the hole
into the earth
i’m going down the hole
for what it’s worth
i may be back but then
maybe i won’t
i’m going down the hole
if that’s what it takes
i’m jumping in the hole
cos them’s the stakes
telephone says dooit dooit
the hovering hand says don’t
sickle moon dancing through the trees
traffic noise, the wind dying down
the southern cross, the milky way
don’t know where that rain went, maybe underground
when saturday comes & i haven’t got a cent
& no one knows where i went
