How Far Down Does This Hole Go
Agnes left her son
When drawing him a bath
He slipped through the grate
And disappeared down the drain
Forty years of restless nights
She hears her baby boy crying in the pipes

Oh, how far down does this hole go?
So help me God, I hope I never know

When I was five, a family friend
Forced his prick in my hand
Threatened me to secrecy
With a twist of my skinny little wrist
As mercy had it
I never saw him or his tiny prick again

Oh, how far down does this hole go?
So help me God, I hope I never know

This is hell
This is hell
And all my friends are here
This is hell
This is hell
And I’m with my friends again