Lyrics Hellhole - G.B.H.

Hellhole

The poor man he had no dreams, had no vices all he had was himself
Spent his days walking around, thinking of things to do with his time
It’s like a dream when I wake and scream
I’m lost and alone and living in a hellhole
Looked at himself then looked at the world, decided things weren’t going too
well
Just a man with a sense of justice, would his days of misery never end
Bought a gun disciplined himself, shoot those those bastards right between the
eyes
Crime figures fell like dead leaves, the city breathed a sigh of relief
It’s not easy when you’re making a stand, when it seems that all the world is
mad
It’s easy to fall by the wayside, but if you act like a sheep you’ll get eaten
by the wolf
Now the streets are safe for children to play, couples can go walking in the
park
The poor man is happy now, an unknown hero and nobody knows his name