Beck Whiskeyclone Hotel City 1997 Lyrics

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 
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