Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cooling in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up to the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had stopped for the night

There she stood in the doorway I heard a mission bell

And I was thinking to myself This could be heaven or this could be hell

Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor I thought I'd hear them say

Welcome to the Old Town, California Such a lovely place, such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Old Town, California Anytime of year, you can find it here

Her mind was stiff and it twisted She got the Mercedes-Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls "friends"

How they dance in the courtyard Sweet, somewhat sweet

Some dance to remember And some dance to forget

So I called up the captain, "Please bring me my wine."

He said, "Haven't had a spirit here since 1969."

And still those voices are calling from far away.

Woke you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say,

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They're living it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibi

Mirrors on the ceiling

The pink champagne on ice

She said, we are all just prisoners here

Of our own device

And in the master chambers

They gather for the feast

They stab it with a steely knife

But it just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

And I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

Relax, say the nightmare, we are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave