Hotel California

Just a band with girls in tow  
just roadies and a bunch of whores  
Do believe we struggle on in hope  
The throb of possibilities our hands all hold  

A phallic symbol that marks our gender  
That Stratocaster thats my Fender  
Looking for that easy sweet surender  
To satisify a stiffened member  
 
That clouds of damp between the sheets  
A monogram of our incessant needs  
The hotel bed that shakes and creeks  
We party on all other guests are peeved  
 
Girls stripped down to just a smile  
The lines of coke to snort up high  
 A band that fly that penthouse style  
Torched liberty to fuck all night  
 
The joy of unrequited sin  
As you play it time and time again  
Fame it signs an autograph  
Chicks with that CV and a momento to match  
 
Play that set in as the tour counts down  
The faces blanked and "where are we now"  
 The cum that shoots from the drummers dick  
And another room full of humping bits  
 
The bell hop smiles as he takes the tip  
The conceierge tips you the wink  
Home that dream you hope awaits  
And break free of the Hotel California CHAINS  
 
The Eagles