On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
As I was thinking to myself,
‘This could be Heaven or this could be Hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely face
Such a lovely place
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some deaths to remember, some deaths to forget
So I called up the Captain,
‘Please bring me my wife’
He said, ‘We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely face
Such a lovely place
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling,
Drink champagne all nice
And she said ‘We are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
We gathered for the feast
Stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the nightmere,
‘We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!’
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