A parody of "The Fool On The Hill", by the Beatles
Day after day.
Alone on a hill.
The beast with the Gholish grin is getting ready to kill.
Nobody want to know him,
They can see that he's just a Ghol.
That he'd hack you with his cleaver.
But the Ghol on the hill
Sees dead falling down.
And the eyes in his head
See the peasantry frown.
Well on the way.
His head in the ground.
The beast with a garbled voice is barking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sounds he attempts to make.
And he always shows his canines.
But the Ghol on the hill
Sees dead falling down.
And the eyes in his head
See the peasantry frown.
Oh!
[whistling solo]
Frown, frown, frown, frown...
He never listens to them.
He knows that they're the Ghols...
...They know he's crazy.
The Ghol on the hill!
Sees dead falling down.
And the eyes in his head
See the peasantry frown!
