I was painting murals and telling stories,
Of people livin' out all the dreams I once had,
Father told me, son, what you doin' that for,
What do you think you're gonna get out of that,
Get yourself a payin' job, so you can be a man,
And toss those foolish dreams out into the trash can,
This world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone is just another oil man,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll just, dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,
Well, I got myself a girl, so sweet , so pretty,
Brown eyes, soft lips, long hair, her name was Mary lou,
Like homeless cats we'd roam 'round the city,
Doin' the things that kids up and do,
She loved me for a long hard second and she loved me good,
She left when she saw I couldn't give her the things another man could
That's when I understood,
This world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone is just another gold digger,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll just, dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,
Well now, life in the city ain't no easy life,
When your pockets are lined with dust,
Pressed up against your throat, there's a huntin' knife,
And holdin' it is the man, the man you cannot trust,
Well maybe it's just best to do somethin,
Somethin' on the wrong side of the line, and take the coast line bus,
'Cause this world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone's just another thief in the night,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,
ARealRock'N'Rolla
Of people livin' out all the dreams I once had,
Father told me, son, what you doin' that for,
What do you think you're gonna get out of that,
Get yourself a payin' job, so you can be a man,
And toss those foolish dreams out into the trash can,
This world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone is just another oil man,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll just, dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,
Well, I got myself a girl, so sweet , so pretty,
Brown eyes, soft lips, long hair, her name was Mary lou,
Like homeless cats we'd roam 'round the city,
Doin' the things that kids up and do,
She loved me for a long hard second and she loved me good,
She left when she saw I couldn't give her the things another man could
That's when I understood,
This world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone is just another gold digger,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll just, dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,
Well now, life in the city ain't no easy life,
When your pockets are lined with dust,
Pressed up against your throat, there's a huntin' knife,
And holdin' it is the man, the man you cannot trust,
Well maybe it's just best to do somethin,
Somethin' on the wrong side of the line, and take the coast line bus,
'Cause this world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone's just another thief in the night,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,
ARealRock'N'Rolla
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