Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 Lyrics

Beck - Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 Lyrics

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Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 Lyrics

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I was born in this hotel

washing dishes in the sink

magazines and free soda

trying hard not to think



lay it on to the dawn

everything we done is wrong

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone

lay it on to the dawn



She can talk to squirrels

coming back from the convalescent home

staring at sports cars

crying



rattlesnake on the ceiling

gunpowder on my sleeve

I will live here forever

with the ocean and the bees



lay it on to the dawn

everything we done is wrong

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone

lay it on to the dawn