Yellahole

There's a devil creeping on the road tonight
Pull the shade, kill the light
A lone dog cries to a sky of coal
Trouble's brewing at the Yellahole
Siren screams crack the night
Bar the door, stay inside
And say a prayer for the lost soul
At the bottom of the Yellahole
At the bottom of the Yellahole
At the bottom of the Yellahole
At the bottom of the Yellahole
At the bottom of the Yellahole
And Johnny Law is out there searching
But he already knows
The muddy water keeps her secrets
She keeps them buried down below, down below, down below
Down below
Down below
Down below
Heed the tales from the days of old
Of the place where the sun don't go
And though the blood has long since dried
A good story never dies



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Wilson
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