When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill
Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle
And i still remember where I cracked my head
In the vacant lot, there´s a row of tiny houses there now
And we used to light fires in the gutters
And I could cool my head on the concrete steps
But the girl down the street hit my sister on the head
With a stick and we hid behind my father
As he knocked on the parents´ door
To tell the them what she did
But the parents were drunk so they really didn´t give a shit

And the girl down the street said a dog couldn´t bark
´Cause a man with an axe cut its voicebox out
But my older sister told me that it prob´ly wasn´t true
And I believe what she said ´cause she took me by the hand
One time when a couple men drove down the hill in a white van
Said there was a phone box filled with money ´round the corner
And I woulda gone along but she took me by the hand
To the house in the middle of the hill
In the middle of the hill, in the middle of the hill