Hotel Nevada, 1982 lyrics

Shut your f*cking mouth

Tradition, does not seem to be working
Because of its mechanical tone
It's one that paralyzes my thoughts
And defies my suspense

I breeze through walls
As they scratch my floor boards

A blue light looks up, white flash looks away
And one blue little f*ck makes me look up
And two blue creepy f*cks make me look away

This is not the truth
This is lies, this is bullsh*t

I resolve you as a trick of hand
And a joke of sight
I resolve you as a trick of hand
And a joke of sight