Up on that Hill
Holy Sons * Track #14 On Raw and Disfigured
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Up on that Hill Lyrics
When we get up on that hill we're gonna drink from the finest
Wobbling home in the snow
Let the terror come and take you home
Find yourself suddenly in the lights of the square
Everything's hot and frightening there
Every mind brayed by a thousand weeds
Dangling something new no to meet your needs
But they won't
Oh little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
Abovе thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silеnt stars go by
And in the darkest streets shine down
A benevolent pale light
When we get up on that hill we're gonna drink from the finest