Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

Beck


I was born in this hotel
washin' dishes in the sink
magazines and free soda
tryin 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
comin' back from the convalescent home...oh...
starin' at sports cars ... crying



rattlesnake on the ceilin'
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


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