Beck "Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997" Songtext

Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

(One more time..)

I was born in this hotelWashing' dishes in the sinkMagazines and free sodaTrying hard not to think

Lay it on to the dawnEverything we done is wrongI'll be lonesome when I'm goneLay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeahComing' back from the convalescent home...Oh...Staring' at sports cars ... crying'

Rattlesnake on the ceiling'Gunpowder on my sleeveI will live here foreverWith the ocean and the bees

Lay it on to the dawnEverything we done is wrongI'll be lonesome when I'm goneLay it on to the dawn

Lay it on to the dawn

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