People Need Holes

In the space
Of breathing concrete
The man down the hall
Is nine days old

Dense politician
Mailman and mother
They all come to retire
Where one wills ire

Provided with nothing but themselves
A chance on the ledge for jumping
With a faulty parachute

People need holes
To climb inside
People need cars
To go for a ride

People need holes
To climb inside
People need cars, yes they do
To go for a ride

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah