The Hills Have Eyes

A giant threw a rock at a village church
a man put an axe in a sweet birch
the farmers in the village beat their bongo drum
the girl by the river knew the day had come

The sky is falling and the sun is red
on a pole a three piece monkey head
Young fools, let's call 'em lovers
she peeks inside, he pokes the covers

The hills have eyes, the walls have ears
and I need to see you
If you want to understand, the heart of a man
you need to be there too

Let's stir things up and seek the truth
ride the train into the pleasure booth
I loved you dearly when my mind was straight
you prepped the hook and I sure took the bait

I killed the giant but the church is dead
and the flesh is falling off the monkey head
I am the woodman and you are the tree
let's go together through what may be

The river girl will live alone
and her heart must be cold stone
don't think about her now, she played her part
and paved the way for our new start