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Song title: They Might Be Giants - Hell Hotel

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Salutations paint his karma, bend joints in fighting words
Got his mean streak from his mother, ha ha ha
Now love boats paint his liver, with eyes on the city lights
Collapsin on the upbeats or relaxin for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by this?
Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes john up to his room
Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, anthrax on the couch

Were here to entertain you, or have you seen this episode
Were the ancient order of robot dolls, were putting you at the controls

Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel
Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel

Sports cars and the gamblin, johns winning every night
Well theres certain smells john cant repel, but momma it cant be right
He bolts awake laughing, but no ones in his room
And the big boss man doesnt understand why john cant smile no more

Were here to make you happy, thats all that we are programmed for
But you say this pleasures a pain for you
Sebastian c. could tell you more

Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel
Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel