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His head is a big black hole
full of big black things
and it sucks 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
sucking up both times in your brain
things start to change

and for the record let me say
its 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)