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
Writer(s): Steve Wynn, Dan Stuart
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