Lyrics and Music by Andrew Luttrell
© 1994 Missing Dog Head Records, © 2005 Echoeseven Music LTD, Andrew Luttrell
All Rights Reserved
Storm of the day is rising
There's lightning on the way
When the wind begins it's crying
I'll catch a glimpse of what's to come
And then race back down beneath the ground
And listen, to the thunder engulf this town
The wheels they try to run over me
There's footsteps all around, now
When the monster crawls down my alley
I'll catch a glimpse of what's to come
And then race back down beneath the ground
And listen, to the monster lay down a frown
Because a Mole, ain't got no soul
Because a Mole, ain't got no soul
He ain't got no soul, no soul
The angry mob has thickened
There's nowhere left to run
Once everything's been written
I'll catch a glimpse of what's to come
And then race back down beneath the ground
And listen, to the mad mob create a sound
Because a Mole, ain't got no soul
Because a Mole, ain't got no soul
He ain't got no soul, no soul
