All those critters that you hung out with in secondary schoolThey all missed it a big time, they never played it coolBut then again I think it doesn't really change a thingWhat you're behind is feeding you whatever song you singSome of them lost everything, some of them's got it stillThere's nothing to get hung about on a bottle hillOne of them is Sunday best, the other dressed to killThere never was a dress codeFor the best of the bestAnd it's on bottle hill, on bottle hillWhen runs for election now, when runs this careerForgot to run this treadmill, trying to keep up the veneerWhat about you?Health, promises, what about the dream?Voiceless, feistless, happiness, that's our favourite schemeGreat to see you made it here, great you're breathing stillA better place for us to break down a bottle hillNo much more to think about, nothing lost to fillOne way or another, destillationsBottle Hill, there's Bottle HillThere's Bottle HillThere's Bottle HillThere's Bottle HillThere's Bottle HillThere's Bottle HillThere's Bottle HillThere's Bottle Hill