Hell Hole - Spinal Tap

The window’s dirty

The matress stinks

This ain’t no place to be a man

Ain’t got no future

Ain’t got no past

And I don’t think I ever can.

The floor is filthy

The walls are thin

The wind in howling in my face

The rats are peeling

I’m loosing ground

Can’t seem to join the human race.

Chorus:

I’m living in a hell hole

Don’t want to stay in this hell hole

Don’t want to die in this hell hole

Girl, get me out of this hell hole.

I rode the jetstream

I hit the top

I’m eating steak and lobster tails

The sauna’s drafty

The pool’s too hot

The kitchen stinks of boiling snails.

The taxman’s coming

The butler quit

I’m going back to where I started

I’m flashing back into my pan.

Chorus:

It’s better in a hell hole

You know where you stand in a hell hole

Folks lend a hand in a hell hole

Girl, get me back to my hell hole