New Scientist

Through the eyes of a small boy, in the shade of the cross
Saw the work of his father, for the souls who were lost
In the house on the corner, where the funny-folk play
There were bars on the windows, and his mother would say

"Broke their minds upon our rocks
Snared their bodies with our locks"

As the years are unfolding, and he lends mom a hand
In the house on the corner, he's a white coated man
As the weight of the cross grows, is he leading or lead?
And the children they call him "hole in the head!"

"I can save you from our rocks
Free your bodies from their locks
Take you out to see the sky
Spread your wings and learn to fly"

Break out the water, turn it to wine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
I am the creator, I am the divine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
I am the light see me shine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
Break out the scalpel, follow the line
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"

Oh! You thrill me
You can break my neck, but you cannot kill me!

Break out the water, turn it to wine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
I am the creator, I am the divine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"

White masks and overalls, he's the voice without a face
But there is no future for the human, the human race
White masks and overalls, he's the voice without a face
But there is no future for the human, the human race
For the human, the human race
For the human, the human race

Break out the water, turn it to wine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
I am the creator, I am the divine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
I am the light see me shine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
Break out the scalpel, follow the line
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"

Break out the wine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
Break out the wine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
Break out the wine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"
Break out the wine
"Hole in the head, hole in the head!"