Lyrics:
the key, the hotel clerk knew I lied
He said, stop, take a look around
Everbody see what's going down
Stop, take a look around
Everybody see what's going
loved loved loved loved loved by everyone
So I called up the front desk to see if I could rent a porno
They said you better have a credit card I said
board
Started back in April
I was so poor
Couldn't afford a bagel
That's no joke
Laughed at by the gas station clerk
Same time
Disowned by family
All out
the RPA
I gave notice on my room and said to forward any mail
And told the dole clerk I got work experience with New South Rail
I got a call from Patrick
Yea this that ftp on my back
Remember when we couldn't see the rent
Now it's 5 star hotel night well spent
You can smell the loud when I step in
wouldn't mind fucking Brittany Spears
In a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
Gimme that bitch, in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock
I FORAGED THROUGH THE GROUND. I WAS LOSING MY SIGHT. DISCONNECTED, UNCORRECTED. NEW BEDS IN NEW HOTELS SET TO REMIND ME OF OUR SHARED HISTORY. EVEN
outside with the paper
Cocaine on my face
I dream of psychedelic views, uh
Checked in the hotel 'round about eight
Weary-eyed, I fell asleep
Ooh, R&B money
Yeah
It's Vedo, baby
Yeah
(Rock me baby)
Uh
You been gone, on a jet
Got her this favorite fuckin' hotel in the morning
She's
Hello?
Hi Mr. Reyes, this is the front desk
Just wanted to know if you need anything
No, thank you
Okay, enjoy your stay at Gangalee Resort
Let's just have one hell of a night
Pull up to thе telly tonight
(Skate, skate, skatе)
Go ask the hotel clerk for ice (Skate)
I cannot sip my lean without
a star, we gon hit the hotel I’ma buss on her, ye
Everyone with me be poppin' the shit, if I ever fall off it ain’t even the stress
Packing my shit I went
night hotels
The sheets are unwashed
Tobacco and sweat
From the stories they tell
And initials in dust
The man at the desk
Throws you looks
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, eugggh!)
The room was like a sauna, for the fan had ceased to work
And now I've got to pay for this hotel
But how can I explain to the guy
have sex with it or leave it alone
3-D Jesus by my bedside
Talks to me when it's late at night
I thought I left you in Sri Lanka
Working the desk
hotel
I'm in the lobby with my hobby
And my rags and my bags
And the desk man rings a bell
I put a sign on my brain
That said, "do not disturb"
But
fire
Desire is often the agitator
Bitch it's now
Fuck your time later
Devoted we ever fiends
Hotel you can never leave
Dimly lit desk with the inkwell
on my sipping
And to that I raise my glass the turf in the yard so I never cut the grass
Homebody so don’t copy steady at my desk like I work in a hotel
Walking on clouds, talking to stars they know who we are
It's working out perfect
What can I say the working of God
My control matter my boy
Hotel living.
without a heart making his final front desk call
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you
have sex with it or leave it alone
3-D Jesus by my bedside
Talks to me when it's late at night
I thought I left you in Sri Lanka
Working the desk
December 17th 1996
Frigid New England Evening
Wind chill -2 degrees
Alt 92.1
Say I got this tape that was left on my desk
Decided to listen to it
soaking sweat
He wishes he was at home in bed
Slept in another hotel instead
Calls his girl as he gets dressed
She gets the kids to school
And works
kissing you
Pre Chorus:
We had our chance a long time ago
you've moved on without me but I think you should know
Chorus:
There's a hotel room on the far
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