I am gripped by what I cannot tell
Have I slipped or have I merely fell?
I feel gypped my senses telling lies
I've been stiffed by serpent's soundless cries

Up in the hills
An apparition
Filling me
With superstition
A firey night the night that I saw
The night that I saw
The night that I saw
Lips . . . . . . Lips
Lips in the hills . . . in the hills!
Lips . . . . . . Lips
Lips in the hills!
In the hills

I'm so flipped snared by hidden claws
I've been t-tripped I'm crawling on all fours
I've been stripped the insulation's gone
Wish I'd slept to waking in the morn

Up in the sky
Beyond the chasm
My eyes behold
A rare phantasm
The Godless night, the night that I saw
The night that I saw
The night that I saw
Lips . . . . . . Lips
Lips in the hills . . . in the hills!
Lips . . . . . . Lips
Lips in the hills!
In the hills

I am gripped by what I cannot tell
Have I slipped or have I merely fell?
I feel gypped my senses telling lies
I've been stiffed by serpent's soundless cries

Up in the hills
An apparition
Filling me
With superstition
The Godless night
The night that I saw
The night that I saw
The night that I saw
Lips . . . . . . Lips
Lips in the hills . . . in the hills!
Lips . . . . . . Lips
Lips in the hills . . . in the hills!
Lips . . . . . . You got the lips
Lips in the hills . . . in the hills!
Lips . . . . . . Lips
Lips in the hills!
In the hills