Greasy Hotel

I can see over that hill,
 Over that hill, Over that hill,
 There's 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,
 Till 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 the 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 to 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
 There's 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