Текст песни They Might Be Giants - Hell Hotel
They Might Be Giants - Hell Hotel слова песни
Salutations paint his karma, bend joints in fighting wordsGot his mean streak from his mother, ha ha haNow love boats paint his liver, with eyes on the city lightsCollapsin on the upbeats or relaxin for the nightHe steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-ropeWhat does he mean by this? Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes john up to his roomVa-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, anthrax on the couchWere here to entertain you, or have you seen this episodeWere the ancient order of robot dolls, were putting you at the controlsWell, well, well welcome to hell hotelWell, well, well welcome to hell hotelSports cars and the gamblin, johns winning every nightWell theres certain smells john cant repel, but momma it cant be rightHe bolts awake laughing, but no ones in his roomAnd the big boss man doesnt understand why john cant smile no moreWere here to make you happy, thats all that we are programmed forBut you say this pleasures a pain for youSebastian c. could tell you moreWell, well, well welcome to hell hotelWell, well, well welcome to hell hotel