كلمات Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

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 Oh, ho yeah Coming back from the convalescent home Oh 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 Lay it on to the dawn Lay it on to the dawn Lay it on to the dawn