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