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