Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of politas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

But as she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven and this could be hell

Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way

But there were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place, such a lovely place, such a lovely place

Let in room at the Hotel California

Anytime of year, anytime of year, you can find it here

Her name is Tiffany Twisted

She got the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

She calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

So I called up the captain

"Please bring me my wine," he said, "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 just to hear them say,

"Welcome to the Hotel California."

Such a lovely place, such a lovely place, such a lovely place.

They'd live in it up, left it, Hotel California.

What a nice surprise, what a nice surprise.

We hear alibis.

Mirrors on the ceiling.

They paint champagne on ice.

And she said, "We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device

And in the master's chambers

They're gathered for the feast

They stab it with their stealing knives

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find a passage back

To the place I was before

Relax at the night man, we are programmed to receive.

You can check out anytime you like, but you can't never leave.