Pricker Hill Songtext
von Cornbugs

My baby lives on Pricker Hill
I′m a bloody mess by the time I reach her
Tattered and torn
Shredded and shorn
Wish I'd been born a humble preacher

Oh the climb, oh the terrible climb
I wish I could hover to the arms of my lover
Oh the climb, the terrible climb
I′d be with her still on old Pricker Hill

Every time she calls I'm powerless to resist her
She insists I come, that I climb out of bed
Heaving and horny
Thoughtful and thorny
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead

Oh the climb, oh the terrible climb
I wish I could hover
To the arms of my lover
I′d be with her still
On old Pricker Hill


The prickers were planted by my sweetheart′s father
He's a son of a bitch and he′s someone to kill
My blood is a fountain
I gush on this mountain
My baby's a prisoner on cold Pricker Hill

Every time she calls I′m powerless to resist her
She insists that I come, that I climb out of bed
Heaving and horny
Thoughtful and thorny
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead

Oh the climb, oh the terrible climb
I wish I could hover
Oh the climb, oh the terrible climb
I′d be with her still on old Pricker Hill

But when I caress her
And when I undress her
She patches my scratches
We're a match in our thatches
Life is beautiful on top of Pricker Hill
Life is sweet on old Pricker Hill


My baby lives on Pricker Hill
I'm a bloody mess by the time I reach her
Tattered and torn
Shredded and shorn
Wish I′d been born a humble preacher
My blood is a fountain
I gush on this mountain

My baby′s a prisoner on old Pricker Hill
But when I caress her
And when I undress her

Life is beautiful on old Pricker Hill