| I didn't see the fire, I didn't see the smoke | |
| The only thing that speaks to me is the way the spirit spoke | |
| I wouldn't want to be here when the shooting starts | |
| The only way, to tell the tale is shoot them through the heart | |
| Stop and look and wonder | |
| Breakfast in your cell | |
| You better keep your head down | |
| In the fire storm hotel | |
| I want to understand it, I want to believe | |
| The only way to make you play is roll up your sleeves | |
| You'll never know the story, you'll never see at all | |
| So wear a grin while the walls close in at the monsters ball | |
| Slide in nice and quiet | |
| Stop and listen well | |
| Hope your luck don't give you up | |
| At the fire storm hotel | |
| Woo, burn | |
| So wait and I will tell you what happened here | |
| The hotel burned, no lessons learned, only ghosts got clear | |
| They say the rooms are empty but I know they're not | |
| The way things are in the hotel bar, the devil buys the shots | |
| Look into the windows | |
| The shadow rings the bell | |
| Chaos rules in the empty pool | |
| At the fire storm hotel | |
| Take a look at all them people | |
| They don't look too well | |
| They burned and screamed, in a fever dream | |
| At the fire storm hotel |