All those critters that you hung out with in secondary school
They all missed it a big time, they never played it cool
But then again I think it doesn't really change a thing
What you're behind is feeding you whatever song you sing
Some of them lost everything, some of them's got it still
There's nothing to get hung about on a bottle hill
One of them is Sunday best, the other dressed to kill
There never was a dress code
For the best of the best

And it's on bottle hill, on bottle hill
When runs for election now, when runs this career
Forgot to run this treadmill, trying to keep up the veneer
What about you?
Health, promises, what about the dream?
Voiceless, feistless, happiness, that's our favourite scheme
Great to see you made it here, great you're breathing still
A better place for us to break down a bottle hill
No much more to think about, nothing lost to fill
One way or another, destillations
Bottle Hill, there's Bottle Hill
There's Bottle Hill
There's Bottle Hill
There's Bottle Hill
There's Bottle Hill
There's Bottle Hill
There's Bottle Hill
There's Bottle Hill