Lyrics
The simplest story, and
If you stay home and watch this on television, uh, you'll see
It'll be told again and again and again, nobody, every, ever-
Nobody ever gets tired of this story, I call it "Man in a Hole"
But it needn't be about a man in a hole
Somebody gets into trouble, gets out of it again
Ah, ha ha
World getting warmer, we going the other way
World getting warmer, we going the other way
World getting warmer, we going the other way
Colors fade and bleed, a carousel of grey
New Year's Day in Maine, weep for a working vein
Wondering the nerve it take to lay under lurching waves
Leaping in praise, spittle sprays
The preacher overstays the pulpit
We shoulda stayed in caves, wailing at the sepulchers
The hunted draws vultures, a sea of mea culpas
Hollowed out the culture, crawled inside
Skinwalker, they cast me out the tribe
Inkatha Freedom Party, I caught a vibe
Amidst the revelry
Black Orpheus caught Death's eye
They killed it just to see it die
Don't believe they lies
Ivan Ilyich nagging pain in my side
Laugh in Yiddish
Think in Kitchen English
Grimace, hunchbacked at the chemist
Gregor Samsa in the bed
Family's wishing this ugly business was finished
But you laughing instead, you got plenty of meds
You ordering movies with ya spiny legs splayed
Antennae spread, blind eyes twisting out ya head
And the smell of rotted apples
World getting warmer, we going the other way
World getting warmer, we going the other way
World getting warmer, we going the other way
World getting warmer, we going the other way