Text: Spinal Tap. This Is Spinal Tap. Hell Hole.

The window's dirty the mattress stinks
This ain't no place to be a man
I ain't got no future, I ain't got no past
And I don't think I ever can

The floor is filthy the walls are thin
The wind is howling in my face
The rats are peeling, I'm losing ground
Can't seem to join the human race

Yeah, I'm living in a hell hole
Don't wanna stay in this hell hole
Don't wanna die in this hell hole
Girl, get me out of this hell hole

I rode the jet stream, I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty, the pools too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails

The tax man's coming, the butler quit
This ain't no way to be a man
I'm going back, to where I started
I'm flashing back into my pan

Yeah, that's what I'm doing
And why not?

It's better in a hell hole
Know where you stand in a hell hole
Folks lend a hand in a hell hole
Girl get me back to my hell hole