Don't book a room above the fifth floor
When you stay at the Hard-Luck Hotel
The ladders won't reach any higher
And if you fell.
It's like the barman always told you
That "Winners always take the stairs.
Because if there should be a fire,
the elevator will take you there."
A pink moon rises over Oldtown
Along the street of no return
The cars lie naked and abandoned
And safe from harm.
You hang suspended from a wire
You crawl beneath the lizard's lair
But please believe what Momma told you
"The elevator will take you there."
Don't book a room above the fifth floor
When you stay at the Hard-Luck Hotel
The ladders won't reach any higher
And if you fell...