Everybody's got a hole to fill
It doesn't matter if your name is Jack or Jill
Everybody's got a hole that they need filled

She wakes up
Still looking lost
And says what's the point of this
And I say not a lot
Still she gets up
And through her weary smile
She tries to find the strength
To carry on a while 
Two days ago
She wrote away
To a mail order guru
Her postal sage 
Who promised answers 
By return of mail 
Explaining why 
Sometimes it seems 
The world has failed 
He wrote back 

I left the pub last night 
And I was just in time 
To see them break my windows 
And slash my tyres 
I'm a liberal I thought 
As I felt my anger rise 
I was desperately searching 
For my feminine side 
But my feminine side 
Was on her morning coffee break 
I beat the shit out of one 
And boy, I felt great 
Hey Bob, he said don't get annoyed 
We all find different ways 
To fill up the void 
And I said yeah