Hole In My Soul
Sitting in limbo, watching the hours pass
Burning the time by sitting on my ass
Stuffing my face while binging on TV
I should be happy; I just feel empty
Born of frustration in isolation
I should be grateful, should be ecstatic
Three hours a day not sitting in traffic
I could do so much, learn a new language
I can't be arsed I'll just make a sandwich
I've found new meaning in comfort eating
I need to feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside I need to
Fill up the hole
With greasy sausage rolls
Fill the abyss
With gravy pie and chips
There's no control
I need to fill the hole in my soul
I've switched to sweatpants, not 'cos I'm active
Flexible waste band, stretching the fabric
Of time and space I'm pushing the boundary
Filling the void with chocolate and pasties
Gravity's pull is heavy upon me
I know that I should try exercise by
Playing a sport or taking a bike ride
Even a walk would offset the harm but
I'd rather eat a ham pickle barm I
Know what I'm missing but I'm on a mission
I have to feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside I need to
Fill up the hole
With greasy sausage rolls
Fill the abyss
With gravy pie and chips
Replace the void
With battered saveloy
Fill up the gaps
With salty bacon baps
There's no parole
Until I fill the hole in my soul
Burning the time by sitting on my ass
Stuffing my face while binging on TV
I should be happy; I just feel empty
Born of frustration in isolation
I should be grateful, should be ecstatic
Three hours a day not sitting in traffic
I could do so much, learn a new language
I can't be arsed I'll just make a sandwich
I've found new meaning in comfort eating
I need to feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside I need to
Fill up the hole
With greasy sausage rolls
Fill the abyss
With gravy pie and chips
There's no control
I need to fill the hole in my soul
I've switched to sweatpants, not 'cos I'm active
Flexible waste band, stretching the fabric
Of time and space I'm pushing the boundary
Filling the void with chocolate and pasties
Gravity's pull is heavy upon me
I know that I should try exercise by
Playing a sport or taking a bike ride
Even a walk would offset the harm but
I'd rather eat a ham pickle barm I
Know what I'm missing but I'm on a mission
I have to feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside
To feed the hunger inside I need to
Fill up the hole
With greasy sausage rolls
Fill the abyss
With gravy pie and chips
Replace the void
With battered saveloy
Fill up the gaps
With salty bacon baps
There's no parole
Until I fill the hole in my soul
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Writer(s): Dave Greaves
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