Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 by Beck

I was born in this hotel
washin' dishes in the sink
magazines and free soda
tryin 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...oh, ho yeah
comin' back from the convalescent home...oh...
starin' at sports cars ... crying

rattlesnake on the ceilin'
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
lay it on to the dawn
lay it on to the dawn