Can't you see how it's a strange thing?
This little little point at the top
Of that big mountain where I live
In a funny little house

And when I come back home
I'm going to explore the beauty of
That little town I can see
From the mountain that I live

Singing song and walking down
From the top of the mountain

And when I come back home
I'm going to explore the beauty of
That little town I can see
From the mountain that I live

I always see a lot of skulls
I always pick up flowers
And when I throw things off
I listen to the nice sound they make
When they crash on a land
Made Of corpses bones and skulls
And when I come back home
I'm going to explore