You might be dumber than I really care to think
You might be clever but you've barely reached the brink
And if you're not too careful what you think about
You won't think about tomorrow
I guess it's all if you swim or you sink
You might be headed for a
Hole
A deep dark hole
I think you're spinning into something you can't control
A deep dark hole
A pocket of penitence wall-papered to your floor
An arsenal of evidence thumb-tacked to your back door
And there's a razor-edge benevolence sliced like a zig-zag through your core
Left from the backlash of your bloody war
I think you're headed for a
Hole
A deep dark hole
I think you're over your head way beyond your control
A deep dark hole
And all the darkness you create for me might be
All the darkness you create for me might be
Of all the righteous fools I'd hate to be
It's likely
it might be
it might be
You
And if justice's hand prevails
Well then you might tip the scales
And if all else -- all else fails
Well then you might be
you might be, you might be
you might be headed for a
Hole
Headed for a hole
I won't let you take me
Into a deep dark hole
Watch you spinning out of control
Spinning into that hole
Deep dark hole.