Tipper Bootsale and The New Nine-Tenths - Little Moles

I have a little mole that lives in my soul
Burrowing deep inside me

And when I go to sleep it comes out to eat
Gnawing away at my sleeping body

Ah! But that’s just it – now there’s all this shit
Pilling up in all the holes

If God had given us a shovel and a truck
We could clean up after all our little moles

You don’t want to hear all this
It isn’t something you will miss
When I’m not around

I don’t know what bothers me more
This or all that I don’t know or
Care about when I will just end up breaking down …

You don’t have to sit through this
Hoping girl meets frog to kiss
And a Prince is found

That ain’t gonna happen here
So cue the Autumn Atmosphere
Where Summer fades and Winter moves the scene underground

I have a little mole that lives in my soul
Peering out behind my eyes

When I try to think - put thoughts down in ink
It curls up in my ear and whispers little lies

Written by:
BRUCE MCROBERTS

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