Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 - Beck

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

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