As minhas cassetes 87: Mercury Rev

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Tied, oh they make me laugh, and always make me
Cry, until they drop like flies, and sink like polished
Stones, of all the stones i throw(...)

"Holes", in Deserter's Songs (1998), Mercury Rev.