Sanoja: OK Go. We Dug A Hole.

His head is a big black hole, full of big black things
And it sucks so hard, you could never against the mud
Sugar plum, no one's ever seen anything come
Ouch, what a travesty, what a sad fate
Someone get a Band-Aid please
We gotta get this guy a machine for his cranium

I mean, I don't need
Maybe I don't hear what I need
This never really goes anywhere

We dug a hole and put our heads in it
We dug a hole, we dug a hole
And put our heads in

This winter, they come too quick and broad
With not enough hot spiced cider or cinnamon toast
You never think you know this but when you got a dead start
Sucking up both times in your brain, things start to change
And for the record let me say it's not his fault
That things never change, the summer is always too short

And still they broke up for a guy
With a black hole in his head
And you'll never meet him anyway

We dug a hole and put our heads in it
We dug a hole, we dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
(We dug a hole)