living in cynical hillsnndying down in cliche canyonnnfunny locusts are fightingnnover tiny little misunderstandingsnnit's not funny that you used my namennshe knew you'd get another prescriptionnnliving in hysterical hillsnndying down in cliche canyonnnnngetting out of the canyonnndriving to the euphoric heightsnnthey throw such killer partiesnneveryone gets pretty nicennpeople start touching peoplennpeople that they don't even likennnnwe get out the canyonnnwe'll be hiking to the euphoric heightsnnwe're going on a hikennwe're trying to reach the peak of the euphoric heights and that's rightnnwe do it almost every nightnnnnwe come out from the mountainnnwith a fond farewell from out hostsnnthey throw such killer partiesnneverybody gets pretty closenni only know three sure thingsnnthe father son and holy ghostnnwe look off of the mountainnnat the bloodshed down below (you know there's bloodshed down below)nnnnwe come into the prairiennlike lazy laying out in the heatnna couple motels and a couple saloonsnnthinking we need a couple weeks offnni saw a small town parade and the lead majorette made me feel all weak in the kneesnnhot child in the city in the middle of the prairie waving out in the heatnnnnwaving out in the heatnnbecause you can't get to heaven from down drinkingnnyou get tired when you're halfway up the mountnnnnwe're going on a hikennwe're trying to reach the peak of the Euphoric Heights and that's rightnnwe do it almost every nightnnnnwhen we get off everything's softnneverything is just kinda floatingnneverything is sparkling and everything is softnneverything is just kinda floatingnnwhen we get off everything's softnneverything is just kinda floatingnneverything is sparkling and everything is softnneverything is just kinda floatingnnwhen we get off everything's softnneverything is just kinda floatingnneverything is sparkling and everything is softnneverything is just kinda floatingnnnnwe were hanging at a rock and roll clubnnit was painted just like hellnnthe bar was plywood painted blacknnthey had skull marks up on the shelvesnnthey throw such killer partiesnnbut some nights you don't feel so wellnnbut you shouldn't be the singer in a be-yourself band if you don't want to be yourself