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Salutations paint his karma, Bend joints in fighting words |
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Got his mean streak from his mother, ha ha ha |
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Now Love Boats paint his liver, with eyes on the city lights |
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Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night |
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He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope |
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What does he mean by this? |
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Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes John up to his room |
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Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, Anthrax on the couch |
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We're here to entertain you, or have you seen this episode |
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We're the ancient order of robot dolls, we're putting you at the controls |
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Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel |
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Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel |
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Sports cars and the gamblin', John's winning every night |
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Well there's certain smells John can't repel, but Momma it can't be right |
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He bolts awake laughing, but no one's in his room |
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And the big boss man doesn't understand why John can't smile no more |
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We're here to make you happy, that's all that we are programmed for |
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But you say this pleasure's a pain for you |
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Sebastian C. could tell you more |
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Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel |
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Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel |
