Hotel Nevada 1982 Lyrics

shut your f*cking mouth. tradition does not seem to be
working because of its mechanical tone
its one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my
suspense, I breeze through walls as they scratch
my floor boards a blue light. looks up, white flash looks away and one blue little f*ck makes me look up
two blue f*cks make me look away. this is not the truth,
this is lies, this is bullshit.
I resolve you with a trick of hand and a joke of sight.

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