DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST HANGING OUT HERE: HOLES, HOLES, UNHOLY HOLES IN THE GROUND

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

HOLES, HOLES, UNHOLY HOLES IN THE GROUND

Oh sure you want the dimmers turned low on your glorious dinner party, and the spotlight turned up on the entertainer Hey, you did pay the light bill didn’t you Jesus is the Light Darkness is unholy There is a hole in the ground, dark, dank and dusty. A miner's family needs money for the light bill; his lungs are dark and dank More than one man a day dies to pay the light bills unholy holes all over the world full of black shiny coal dark black dust to breathe and the possibility that the walls,... Sign in to see full entry.

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