I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasnt lyin All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles Im gonna drink em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and statistics say it will I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill Dont the sun look angry through the trees Dont the trees look like crucified thieves Dont you feel like Desperados under the eaves Heaven help the one who leaves Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands And Im trying to find a girl who understands me But except in dreams youre never really free Dont the sun look angry at me I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was listening to the air conditioner hum It went mmmmmm.. Look away... (Look away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 05:28:32 +0000
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