The Doors - The Hill Dwellers Lyrics

Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain

And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, quiet unearthly presence

Of nervous hill dwellers
In the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping

Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets and daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples

Wait
There's been a slaughter here