"Grand Hotel"  Parental Advisory genre: Indie
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	CD: Grand Hotel (single) Credits: (Abts/Hayward/Jackel/MacLeod)
	Lyrics In a room on her own His eyes hook to the screen While the perverts and freaks and house-rats outside take a peek. In every shitbag hotel That stinks of old meat There’s a guy or a girl who’s been dead for twelve years - and that’s me. What can I do When all my joints have turned to glue? What can I do When I’m quarantined for life? I can’t go out at night And I hate everyone: All these pissing machines and their shit-eating kids and their buy guns. The twelve locks on my door Won’t protect me at all. Cause I’ll die in a dream like an old magazine that’s gone to rot. What can I do When every shortcut leads to you? What can I do When I’m quarantined for life? I want to be alone. I just want to be alone.

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