Going on a Hike

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