Everybody's got a hole to fill   It doesn't matter if your name is Jack or Jill   Everybody's got a hole that they need filled      She wakes up   Still looking lost   And says what's the point of this   And I say not a lot   Still she gets up   And through her weary smile   She tries to find the strength   To carry on a while    Two days ago   She wrote away   To a mail order guru   Her postal sage    Who promised answers    By return of mail    Explaining why    Sometimes it seems    The world has failed    He wrote back       I left the pub last night    And I was just in time    To see them break my windows    And slash my tyres    I'm a liberal I thought    As I felt my anger rise    I was desperately searching    For my feminine side    But my feminine side    Was on her morning coffee break    I beat the shit out of one    And boy, I felt great    Hey Bob, he said don't get annoyed    We all find different ways    To fill up the void    And I said yeah