Living in hysterical hills
Dying down in cliché canyon
Finally what gets us fighting
Are tiny little misunderstandings

It's not funny that you used my name
So you could get another religion
Living in hysterical hills
Dying down in cliché canyon

We get out of the canyon
We hike up to the euphoric heights
To throw such killer parties
Everybody gets pretty nice

The people start touching people
People that they don't even like
We get out of the canyon
We hike up to the еuphoric heights

We're going on a hikе
We're gonna try to reach the peak of the euphoric heights and that's right
We do it almost every night

We stepped down from the mountain
With a fond farewell from our hosts
They throw such killer parties
Everybody gets pretty close
I believe in three short things
The father, son and holy ghost
And having well looked down from the mountain
At the bloodshed down below

We're going on a hike
We're gonna try to reach the peak of the euphoric heights and that's right
We do it almost every night

We're going on a hike
'Cause you can't get to heaven from the cliché canyon
You get too frightened when you get halfway up the mountain

When we get off, everything's soft
Everything's just kind of floating
Everything's sparkling, everything's soft
Everything's just kind of floating

When we get off, everything's soft
Everything's just kind of floating
Everything's sparkling, everything's soft
Everything's just kind of floating

We were hanging at a rock and roll club
That was painted up like hell
The bar [?] was painted black
They had the skull mugs up on shelves
I believe in three short things
But some nights you don't feel so well
You shouldn't be the singer in a "be yourself" band
If you don't want to be yourself