They Might Be Giants - Hell Hotel lyrics

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

We're here to entertain you
Or have you seen this episode
We're the ancient order of robot dolls
We're putting you at the controls

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel
Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel

Sports cars and the gamblin'
John's winning every night
Well there's certain smells John can't repel
But Momma it can't be right
He bolts awake laughing
But no one's in his room
And the big boss man doesn't understand
Why John can't smile no more

We're here to make you happy
That's all that we are programmed for
But, you say this pleasure's a pain for you
Sebastian C could tell you more

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel
Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel