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