Jesse James would kiss your face if he could see what your hands are holding
Do you think it’s fun to handle a gun when you’ve got no co-ordination going
You’ve got me looking like some kind of freak show
You lock me up and pretend you’ve got a peep show
Another stint am I just another gimp?
I’m going down in the ground where I’ll never be found

I’m going down there — 100 miles or more
I’m going down there — 100 miles or more
Dig a hole on down — 100 miles or more
I’m going down there — 100 miles or more

I never learn, I crumble and burn I’ve got ideas well above my station
Now Jules Verne would have him a turn If he could see my destination
You’ve got me looking like some kind of mooncat
You wake me up just to give me little nightcaps
I’ve got a hunch that you’re having me for lunch
I’m going down in the ground where I’ll never be found

I’m going down there — 100 miles or more
I’m going down there — 100 miles or more
Dig a hole on down — 100 miles or more
I’m going down there — 100 miles or more

You’ve got me looking like some kind of mooncat
You wake me up just to give me little nightcaps
I’ve found a wishing hole I’ll wish I was a mole
I’d dig a hole below the lowest of lowly holes