Hellhole

G.B.H. · Race Against Time: Clay Years [2007]

The poor man he had no dreams

Had no vices all he had was himself.

Spent his days walking around

Thinking of things to do with his time.



It's like a dream when I wake and scream.

I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole.



Looked at himself then looked at the world

Decided things weren't going too well.

Just a man with a sense of justice

Would his days of misery never end?



Bought a gun disciplined himself

Shoot those those bastards right between the eyes

Crime figures fell like dead leaves

The city breathed a sigh of relief.



It's not easy when you're making a stand

When it seems that all the world is mad.

It's easy to fall by the wayside

But if you act like a sheep you'll get eaten by the wolf.

Now the streets are safe for children to play

Couples can go walking in the park.

The poor man is happy now

An unknown hero and nobody knows his name.

Hellhole - G.B.H.

Released on the 2007 album Race Against Time: Clay Years, 'Hellhole' stands as a defining track in the career of the English punk band G.B.H. The song exemplifies the group's signature blend of raw energy and melodic sensibility, characteristic of their work during the mid-2000s era. As part of the band's broader discography, the recording captures the high-octane atmosphere that defined their live performances and studio output. The track contributes to the album's cohesive narrative, reflecting the band's continued exploration of post-punk and garage rock influences while maintaining their distinct vocal and instrumental identity. It remains a notable example of their ability to craft memorable, driving compositions that resonate within the broader landscape of modern alternative rock.