Mark Eitzel - Song of the Mole lyrics

He was so pissed off he was dying He would only play Hall and Oates He said if my days are numbered I'm going to blast the world with Hall and Oates So with his finger on the bu*ton he Shook his walls and windows with his wounded pride It was my youth he thought was burying him I became the soldier that puts the sword in his side He listened for my footsteps every day It was almost like I was in his veins He wanted my footsteps to go away It was almost like I was in his veins I was the ghost he hated, he called me the mole