The Backyard Of My Life
The House On The Hill
There's a lot of strange people
In the house on the hill
Looking for nothing standing still
If they don't know now they never will
Lost in a day dream illusion a smoke screen
Killing time busy burning memories
From a life they used to know
Photograph frames forgotten faces and names
All the places that they used to go
There's a lonely old lady patiently waiting
In eternal circles of her worried mind
Searching for bright blue orchids
She will never find
There's a military man with a rule book a plan
To try and touch the sky
To see the face of god
Dose he ever wonder why
The years rolled along but days pass by so slow
When in walks the girl with a tattoo of Spain
Angel and cross hanging down from a chain
Hopes to escape to some other foreign land
Her dreams where washed away buried deep down in the sand
The soul sisters started singing for no real reason at all
There so far out no one can hear them call
Meanwhile moody maid Miranda
Knows no one can stand her pretending shes the queen
She always makes a scene
To get her own way whether shes right or wrong
There's a guard outside the door
Of room number hundred and fifty four
Don't set foot in there
Where talks of the future turn to nuclear winter
With black books of evil everywhere
The man he was died inside a long time ago
Thinks hes found a way to make it rain
Tries so hard but can never explain
In words what hes thinking of
While Dr Martinez keeps writing down notes
Making equations repeating quotes
His patients have crawled under his skin
Sometimes its easier looking out then in
There's a lot of strange people
In the house on the hill
Are they enemies or victims
Swallowing the pill
When you lose control of your own free will
Maybe everybody belongs in the house on the hill
By Keith Hagger
In the house on the hill
Looking for nothing standing still
If they don't know now they never will
Lost in a day dream illusion a smoke screen
Killing time busy burning memories
From a life they used to know
Photograph frames forgotten faces and names
All the places that they used to go
There's a lonely old lady patiently waiting
In eternal circles of her worried mind
Searching for bright blue orchids
She will never find
There's a military man with a rule book a plan
To try and touch the sky
To see the face of god
Dose he ever wonder why
The years rolled along but days pass by so slow
When in walks the girl with a tattoo of Spain
Angel and cross hanging down from a chain
Hopes to escape to some other foreign land
Her dreams where washed away buried deep down in the sand
The soul sisters started singing for no real reason at all
There so far out no one can hear them call
Meanwhile moody maid Miranda
Knows no one can stand her pretending shes the queen
She always makes a scene
To get her own way whether shes right or wrong
There's a guard outside the door
Of room number hundred and fifty four
Don't set foot in there
Where talks of the future turn to nuclear winter
With black books of evil everywhere
The man he was died inside a long time ago
Thinks hes found a way to make it rain
Tries so hard but can never explain
In words what hes thinking of
While Dr Martinez keeps writing down notes
Making equations repeating quotes
His patients have crawled under his skin
Sometimes its easier looking out then in
There's a lot of strange people
In the house on the hill
Are they enemies or victims
Swallowing the pill
When you lose control of your own free will
Maybe everybody belongs in the house on the hill
By Keith Hagger