His head is a big black hole
Full of big black things
And it s**s so hard
You could never against the mud
Sugar plum, no ones ever seen anything come
Ouch, what a travesty, what a sad fate
Someone get a band-aid please
We gotta get this guy a machine for his cranium
I mean I don't need
Maybe I don't hear what I need
This never really goes anywhere
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in
This winter, they come too quick and broad
With not enough hot spiced cider or cinnamon toast
You never think you know this
But when you got a dead start
s**ing up both times in your brain
Things start to change
And for the record let me say
It's not his fault that things never change
The summer is always too short
And still they broke up for a guy
With a black hole in his head
And you'll never meet him anyway
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
(We dug a hole)