Way Down In the Hole
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah
How many colors does she need to know?
When you're way, way, way down in the hole
When the night time comes around
When the night time comes around
(Ooh-ooh), ooh-ooh, ah
(Ooh-ooh), ooh-ooh, ah
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah)
When the night time comes around
In the night
If fortune sides with him who dares
A life in bliss in the Garden of Eden
One bad kiss from Casanova, prestige over, keep the claws
He may be old but his mind's like a razor
Dissipate, disappear like vapor
Cufflinks on a chartered curator
Haven the wager
Work your life, don't ask why
Give your mother good goodbye
Show me where you run and hide
Drop your gun, fix your tie
Don't you know the price is low?
(Fire in the hole)
Way down in the hole
Told you once, told you twice
La-dee-da, roll the dice
I'm gonna tell you twice
Out of sight, replaced but a young man in a suit
Silhouettes and recruits
Snakes in the bushes were none the wiser
Lost direction I'll come to dada
Call on the doctor, bring on the healing
Insert the brother, hit the kill switch
View my crime but nothing published
Choir boys singing, my demise it's hunting season
(It's hunting season)
(It's hunting season)
(It's hunting season)
How many colors does she need to know?
When you're way, way, way down in the hole
When the night time comes around
When the night time comes around
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah
How many colors does she need to know?
When you're way, way, way down in the hole
When the night time comes around
When the night time comes around
(Ooh-ooh), ooh-ooh, ah
(Ooh-ooh), ooh-ooh, ah
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah)
When the night time comes around
In the night
If fortune sides with him who dares
A life in bliss in the Garden of Eden
One bad kiss from Casanova, prestige over, keep the claws
He may be old but his mind's like a razor
Dissipate, disappear like vapor
Cufflinks on a chartered curator
Haven the wager
Work your life, don't ask why
Give your mother good goodbye
Show me where you run and hide
Drop your gun, fix your tie
Don't you know the price is low?
(Fire in the hole)
Way down in the hole
Told you once, told you twice
La-dee-da, roll the dice
I'm gonna tell you twice
Out of sight, replaced but a young man in a suit
Silhouettes and recruits
Snakes in the bushes were none the wiser
Lost direction I'll come to dada
Call on the doctor, bring on the healing
Insert the brother, hit the kill switch
View my crime but nothing published
Choir boys singing, my demise it's hunting season
(It's hunting season)
(It's hunting season)
(It's hunting season)
How many colors does she need to know?
When you're way, way, way down in the hole
When the night time comes around
When the night time comes around
Credits
Writer(s): Kayus Bankole, Graham Hastings, Alloysious Massaquoi, Timothy Brinkhurst
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