A Well Placed Hole - John Wesley, J. Robert, Mark Prator

Come on down pour yourself another pint of courage

While I sit around and wait for you to find your claws

I would never be the one to have discouraged

Such a fine attempt at the art of climbing walls

Who would ever thought I’d be the one to finally lose you

I never made you out to be an easy mark

A simple re-defining of the meaning of lucid

A simple matter of the slow extinction of my spark

One look, one blow

One heart, run low

One more… well placed hole…

You’re a woman of the kind likes to cut men slowly

So I never really felt it till you cut my soul

Now I’m like a gun that’s been cocked and loaded

Contemplating the logistics of a well placed hole

One look, one blow

One heart, run low

One more… well placed hole…

Did you really ever thing that I would finally do it

Did you really think you meant so much

I’d lose control

I’ve got a little hint for you my star-crossed lover

Come back around here if you’re looking for a well placed hole…