Hole in the Evian

It seems that everytime that I get comfortable
Somebody’s cookin’ me a plate of gravel
They call to tell me that dinner’s ready
(God dammit, I hear you…)

Why is it when I talk about pet peeves
They always come right back to haunt me
I guess I shouldn’t talk anymore
(That’s right mom, I’m so mature)

‘Cause there’s a hole in the Evian
Where all the good stuff is leakin’ from
And I don’t know where it’s gone, but I know
That there’s a hole in the Evian

I deliver special messages
With anybody that cares to listen
Sometimes my megaphone is pointing the wrong way
Pointing the wrong way
I don’t walk it like I talk it
I’m too lazy to walk these days, so I
Scrawled around in a circle
And sharp beats knowing that

There’s a hole in the Evian
Where all the good stuff is leakin’ from
And I don’t know where it’s gone, but I know
That there’s a hole in the Evian

That there’s a hole in the Evian
Where all the good stuff is leakin’ from
And I don’t know where it’s gone, but I know
That there’s a hole in the Evian
Well, there’s a hole in the Evian
Where all the good stuff is leakin’ from
And I don’t know where it’s gone, but I know
That there’s a hole in the Evian