The Hill Dwellers lyrics

Way back deep into the brain

Way back past the realm of pain

Back where there’s never any rain

And the rain falls gently on the town

And over the heads of all of us

And in the labyrinth of streams

Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of

Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around

Reptiles abounding

Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold

Windows rolled

Beast car locked in against morning.

All now sleeping

Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,

Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples

Wound in sheets

And daughters smug with semen, eyes in their nipples

Wait

There's been a slaughter here

Don't stop to speak or look around

Your gloves & fan are on the ground

We're getting out of town

We're going on the run

And you're the one I want to come