Hotel California



Hotel California



On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair,
A warm smell of colitis
rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light.
My head grew heavy
and my sight grew dim.
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway,
I heard the mission bell.
And I was thinking to myself
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle,
and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California.
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California,
any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted,
she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard,
sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget

So I called up the captain;
"Please bring me my wine."
"We haven't had that spirit here
since nineteen sixty-nine"
And still those voices are calling
from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night,
just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California.
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
They living it up at the Hotel California.
What a nice surprise bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
the pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here,
of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember,
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage
back to the place I was before
"Relax" said the nightman,
"We are programmed to receive"
"You can check out anytime you like,
but you can never leave"