I’m fixing a hole, alright
In John Lennon style
There’s a leak in the wall
Yeah, everyone can see it
The floor’s all wet
Like a dog on a sad day
Yeah, I’m fixing a hole
In the downstairs walls
Of this poor house
They’re worsening the leak
Each night and over dinner
Abusing innocent ears
Yeah, the hole keeps pouring
And the water’s making its way
Down the cloudy kitchen
To the desolate bedroom
Through the imprisoned office
To the hardly-living room
Even the attic’s flooded
The old toy-boxes and diaries
From great great grandparents
Are drenched in a bitter enmity,
The same bile diluting meals;
Now stands the remnants of
A home divorced of its ancestry;
Soon the house will lift itself up
And float on down the street
Quickly to the town hall
If that hole doesn’t get fixed
