Way Down In The Hole - Young Fathers

How many colors does she need to know

When you’re way way way down in the hole

When the night time comes round

When the night time comes around

When the night time comes round

In the night

If fortune sides with him who dares

A life in bliss in the Garden of Eden

One bad kiss from Casanova, prestige over, keep the claws

He may be old but his mind’s like a razor

Dissipate, disappear like vapour

Cufflinks on a chartered curator

Haven the wager

Work your life, don’t ask why

Give your mother good goodbye

Show me where you run and hide

Drop your gun, fix your tie

Don’t you know the price is low?

(Fire in the hole)

Way down in the hole

Told you once, told you twice

La de da, roll the dice

I’m gunna tell you twice

Out of sight, replaced by a young man in a suit

Silhouettes and recruits

Snakes in the bushes were none the wiser

Lost direction I’ll come to Dada

Call on the doctor, bring on the healing

Insert the brother, hit the kill switch

View my crime but nothing published

Choir-boys singing, my demise it’s hunting season

(It's hunting season)

(It's hunting season)

(It's hunting season)

(It's hunting season)