Pocketful of Holes might be a pataphor.
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D#m -> A#m
You tripped and fell into a lull
G# -> A#m
Now you don’t know nowhere you should go
You salivate on your bones
Be very careful you don’t choke
G#
What is it?
A#
What is it?
G#
What is it?
A#
You’ve got a pocketful of
D#m -> A#m -> G# -> A#m
holes
You put the wrapping paper on the box
You locked yourself off
The pest collector’s rattling his cages
You haven’t seen rats round here in ages
What is it?
What is it?
What is it?
You’ve got a pocketful of
holes
The rats come out of the ground
You can estimate their numbers by the sound
The bread will feed you for a year
And then I’m afraid you’re on your own, my dear
What is it?
What is it?
What is it?
You’ve got a pocketful of
Holes
Got a pocketful of
Holes
What is it?
What is it?
What is it?
I don’t know
