People Need Holes
Robert Pollard
In the space
Of breathing concrete
The man down the hall
Is nine days old
Dense politician
Mailman and mother
They all come to retire
Where one wills ire
Provided with nothing but themselves
A chance on the ledge for jumping
With a faulty parachute
People need holes
To climb inside
People need cars
To go for a ride
People need holes
To climb inside
People need cars, yes they do
To go for a ride
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah