Black Hole

By James

On Stutter

Released on July 21, 1986

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I've been digging this grave, but now that it's made

I see that black is one hell of a colour

Want to break out so I start to shout

But the mortician's returned to his parlour

Black hole

Black hole

Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music's so loud

That I can't concentrate on my sorrow

Let down my hair and find something to wear

And then dance myself into tomorrow

Black hole

Black hole

I'm in a hole here and all I can see

Are these grey walls that are closing in on me

Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm

Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm

Oh why, why deep holes?

Oh why, why deep holes?

Oh I love my holes

(Oh why, why deep holes?)

Black hole

Black hole

I'm in a hole here and all I can see

Are these grey walls that are closing in on me

Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm

Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm

Oh why, why deep holes?

Oh why, why deep holes?

Oh I love my holes

Black hole

Black hole

If the weather would change these clouds might blow away

And my body'd be wrapped up in sunshine

I want out of this wind that is wearing me thin

Blasting my flesh to the marrow

Blasting my flesh to the marrow

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Why dig holes?

Black hole

Why deep holes?

Black hole

Why dig holes?

Black hole

Why deep holes?

Black hole

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?