I can see over that hill, over that hill
Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel

Everybody's naked and underneath the tables in the greasy hotel
And there was a girl who came down to the bar
To have a laugh and have a dance
’Til she met some starving palm
Grabbed her by the mind and by the arm
But it happens all the time, you have no reason for alarm
Says a kid in a t-shirt looking past me

Take your hands off of her
It's not your world to pervert

I can see over that hill, over that hill
Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel

There are 57 windows, and a hand-print in each one
The band plays another one, did she try and sing along?
Well they are clawing at her lips
And they are clawing at her wrists
The kid in the t-shirt says that everyone's to be convinced

Take your hands off of her
It’s not your world to pervert

Take your hands off of her
It's not your world to pervert

I can see over that hill, over that hill
Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel
I can see over that hill, over that hill
Over that hill
Now I hear it's coming soon
But it's already here