Lyrics

You're walkin' up to the back stairs Hallelujah, the red light's on She said, "I'm gonna put on something comfortable You just take your Gucci jacket off now Hey baby, let's talk about your preferences And how you wanna get it on I know you like to look just like a lady 'Cos your Mama always said that it was wrong Well, I'm your Mama tonight" You've been looking for strange Up and down the hill You roll the rock to the top But it keeps rolling back to you You could never be alone So now you buy your company I seen you leaving the rockhouse last night In search of lowlife sympathy You take a lick on Satan's—ow! And then Daniel stole your stone You take your money offa your Daddy But you got an [?] waiting for you at home You're the Daddy tonight Cos you've been looking for strange Up and down the hill You roll the rock to the top But it keeps rolling back to you Cos you've been looking for strange Up and down the hill You roll the rock to the top But it keeps rolling back to you Yer always looking for strange Yer always looking for strange Yer always looking for strange Yer always looking for strange Yer always looking for strange Yer always looking for strange You're the mason on the money, got a vice-squad connection The policeman's got a preference for unnatural selection The company director with taste for correction While your wife is a-whippin' on a judge You're the paedophile priest in a house of detention The politician payin' for some [?] protection The banker crossin' borders, smugglin' photographs of children While your daughter's on a [??] You've been looking for strange Up and down the hill You roll the rock to the top But it keeps rolling back to you You've been looking for strange Up and down the hill You roll the rock to the top But it keeps rolling back to you Keeps on rolling back to you Rolling back to you Keeps on rolling back to you Roll on To the top To the top To the top To the top To the top To the top