Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

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 Coming back from the convalescent home Staring at sports cars Crying Rattlesnake on the ceiling Gun powder 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