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,
I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
So she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way,
There were voices down the corridor,
Then I heard them say...
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She was 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"
"We havenīt had that spirit here since nineteen-sixty-nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
You wake up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say...
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
She's got champagne on ice,
she said
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device",
In the masterīs chambers,
They gathered for the feast,
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just canīt kill the beast.
Last thing I remember,
I was Running for the door,
I had to find the passage back,
To the place I was before,
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com"Relax"
Said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive,
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave."