Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air |
Welcome to the Hotel California(MH Café)... |
This could be heaven |
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' |
you can find it here |
at the Hotel California (MH Café) |
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget |
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted |
'Relax' said the nightman |
Wake you up in the middle of the night |
She got the Mercedes Benz |
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' |
They gathered for the feast |
Then she lit up a candle ... |
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since 1969' |
and she showed me the way |
They just can't kill the beast |
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, |
There she stood in the doorway |
And still those voices are calling from far away |
In the Master's chamber |
Just to hear them say |
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis |
They livin' it up at the MH Café |
I had to stop for the night |
Such a lovely place |
I heard the mission bell |
Plenty of room |
Up ahead in the distance, |
My head grew heavy... |
down the corridor |
I had to find the passage back |
We are programmed to receive |
I thought I heard them say... |
Any time of year... |
You can check out any time you like |
Such a lovely face |
Welcome to the Hotel California |
And my sight grew dimmer |
there were voices |
And I was thinking to myself |
but you can never leave |
such a lovely place |
that she calls friends |
He said 'We haven't had that spirit here since 1969' |