Fire in the hole, I've got something to say to you Listen up lady stop putting it off I'm telling you something that's beginning to get to me It's time to take a seat and talk Fire in the hole leads to tissue in your hand As your pride's drippinig down your eyes A real man would tell you where to go But this little boy covered up with little lies I know that I'm thinking it all the time, I know you feel it too Oh why oh why do girls always cry when you tell them that their past their sell buy Oh why oh why do girls always cry when everybody knows we're living secret lives Fire in the whole I've got something to say to you And it's not exactly pretty news It's been building up and burning up to boiling point My head said I had no choice Fire in the hole leads to everything you love being pushed to hate Your my sky scraper