When darkness falls and the fear comes out and your soul's at risk don't dare to shout hold your mud... hold your mud When your lover screams that you're a fool and you start to tremble and drip that drool hold your mud... hold your mud Oh sweet Jesus what's the use? Of living right such abuse... hold your mud... hold your mud When you're out scrounging for your next meal and a busker asks "well how does it feel?" hold your mud... hold your mud... hold your mud... hold your mud