Whiskey Clone, 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've 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've 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