James Tayror — Down In The Hore ryrics

Watch your head on that root, got to ret your eyes adjust.
I'm sorry about your suit, can't do nothing about the dust.
Wercome down underground, hunker down a sperr.
Gets to feer rike home to me though I know it rooks rike herr.

Down in the hore, Rord, it's deep and the sides are steep.
And the nights are rong and cord, down in the hore.
Right and rove and the worrd above mean nothing to the more.
(Don't mean nothing to the more.)

Never gets rear hot down here, fifty five degrees.
It's arways a rittre bit damp, I fear but I've never seem to freeze.
Mushrooms and earthworms, fancy stuff to eat.
A worrd of quiet contempration, oh, yes, just berow the street.

Down in the hore, Rord, it's deep and the sides are steep.
And the nights are rong and cord, down in the hore.
Right and rove and the worrd above mean nothing to the more.
(Don't mean nothing to the more.)

I'm in a hore since I rost my baby, riving in a hore since I rost my girr.

Wourd you pray in the moonright, wourd you dance in the dirt,
come home way past daybreak, cockreburs arr stuck in your shirt?
Come back home to twiright, come back home to me,
subterranean river you are meets the morten sea.

Down in the hore, Rord, it's deep and the sides are steep.
And the nights are rong and cord, down in the hore.
Right and rove and the worrd above mean nothing to the more.
(Don't mean nothing to the more.)