Hotel California (live)
Bush Rising up through the air My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway And I was thinking to myself This could be Heaven or this could be Hell And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel California Plenty of room at the Hotel California Her mind is Tiffany twisted She's got the Mercedes Benz She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys How they dance in the courtyard So I called up the Captain We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Welcome to the Hotel California They're livin' it up at the Hotel California We are all just prisoners here And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before We are programed to recieve You can check out any time you like