All through the night We wind 'round those streets Looking for nothing And trying not to sleep The sky's swollen and there's nowhere to hide Except to climb to the top, the mountain side On the mountain, god shows you its teeth Robs your breath and blows on your feet And the mountain will tell you no lies Just the facts and the facts in disguise On the mountain The city's waiting She has yellow eyes A halo of machinery and starless skies The siren's calling You better get out of the way The dead are driving back to yesterday On the mountain, there's dreams in your hair Misty fingers paint z's in the air And the mountain will tell you no lies Just the facts, dear, and facts in disguise On the mountain On the mountain On the mountain On the mountain