Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair 
Warm smell of colitas, 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 
There she stood in the doorway; 
I heard the mission bell 
And I was thinking to myself, 
'This could be Heaven or this could be [bad word] #39; 
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way 
There were voices down the corridor, 
I thought I heard them say... 

 [bad word] to the Hotel California 
Such a lovely place 
Such a lovely face 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California 
Any time of year, you can find it here 

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends 
She got a lot of pretty, Pretty Boys, that 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 nineteen sixty nine' 
And still those voices are calling from far away, 
Wake you up in the middle of the night 
Just to hear them say... 

 [bad word] to the Hotel California 
Such a lovely place 
Such a lovely face 
They livin' it up at the Hotel California 
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis 

Mirrors on the ceiling, 
The pink champagne on ice 
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' 
And in the master's chambers, 
They gathered for the feast 
The stab it with their steely knives, 
But they just can't kill the beast 

Last thing I remember, I was  [bad word] for the door 
I had to find the passage back 
To the place I was before 
'Relax,' said the night man, 
We are programmed to receive. 
You can checkout any time you like, 
but you can never leave!