Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997
Lyrics
(One more time)
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 (ooh)
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
Writer(s): Beck Hansen
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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