BmOn a dark desert highway, F#cool wind in my hair

Awarm smell of colitas Erising up through the air.

GUp ahead in the distance DI saw a shimmering light

EmMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,

F#I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell

and I was thinking to myself "this could be heaven or this could be hell."

Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way.

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say:

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz,

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."

He said: "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine."

And still those voices are calling from far away,

wake you up in the middle of the night

just to hear them say:

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice,

and she said: "Wer are all just prisoners here, of our own device."

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast,

they stab it with their steely knives,

but they just can't 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.

"Relax", said the night man, "we are programmed to receive.

You can check out any time you like,

but you can never leave."