Make yourself at home
Have a dirty leather seat
Turn on the light bulb with a string
It’s so dusty you won’t see
No one ever stays here anymore
Vacant signs and violated health codes
You’ll be lonelier than you know
This looks like Hotel Chelsea
A bloody mess for all to see
Pass out with a key left in the door
Freak out solo, over and over
We run in circles don’t you know?
Let’s not end this bitterly
Too late, there’s a foot through the TV
We’ll recover wait and see
I knocked the wind out of me
Olly olly oxen free
This looks like Hotel Chelsea
A bloody mess for all to see