Down In This Hole - The Butchers
Nothing lasts forever
In a God forsaken town
The pocket books are empty 'cause
The priest is back in town
He's givin' all his dollars to the girls
Who work the square
Who never get a dime and then
There's murder in the air
Never get a dime and then
There's murder in the air
The cops all know who did it
But they don't even care
They'll never lift a finger
They'll never spend a dime
They laughed at twenty strangers
Who they fingered for the crime
Way down
Way down in this hole
Way down
Way down in this hole
Nothing lasts forever
In a God forsaken town
The kid's are smokin' soon as
They can walk across the ground
They all meet up at
Midnight takin' rides into the well
And dancin' while the devil taps
His dirty finger nail
Dancin' while the devil taps
His dirty finger nail
The innocent and kind are rounded up
And thrown in jail
You never find a hero just dirty souvenir
For the old and broken angels
Are the ones that buy you here
Way down
Way down in this hole
Way down
Way down in this hole
Well you can cut your teeth
On the sixteen former years
And the blood it just
Rolled down your cheeks like tears
You can hang your head
When your death letter nears
And the blood it just
Rolled down your cheeks like tears
Nothing lasts forever in a God forsaken town
The judges all been put away
The criminals been crowned
Thousand guilty innocents
That fill the prison walls
The chorus and the voices
When they echo down the hall
Singing:
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Way down in this hole
Way down
Way down in this hole
Way down
Way down in this hole
Way down
Way down in this hole