Lyrics:

Everybody's got a hole to fill

It doesn't matter if your name is Jack or Jill

Everybody's got a hole that they need filled



She wakes up

Still looking lost

And says what's the point of this

And I say not a lot

Still she gets up

And through her weary smile

She tries to find the strength

To carry on a while

Two days ago

She wrote away

To a mail order guru

Her postal sage

Who promised answers

By return of mail

Explaining why

Sometimes it seems

The world has failed

He wrote back



I left the pub last night

And I was just in time

To see them break my windows

And slash my tyres

I'm a liberal I thought

As I felt my anger rise

I was desperately searching

For my feminine side

But my feminine side

Was on her morning coffee break

I beat the shit out of one

And boy, I felt great

Hey Bob, he said don't get annoyed

We all find different ways

To fill up the void

And I said yeah