Phil the Hole - Fatso Jetson

They’re sending those signals

They’re speaking to me

They’re leaving me symbols only I can read

It’s meant for me, it’s meant for me

I can’t remember who to trust

Your faces all look the same

She’s got a pull string on the back of her neck

Her expressions never change

There’s a hole in the floor where the hail comes in

Motel room Hades only I can see

They’re meant for me

They’re here for me

I can’t remember where I am

These faces all look the same

Walls kind of closing in

And her expressions never change