Lyrics Violent Femmes – Hotel Last Resort

I don’t change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves

The time luxury affords any bore
Turns towards all the whistles and bells

Who did I not call?
What did I not write?
Blue spring, gold fall
Green summer, winter white
Someone’s singing in another language
I think, might be English

The ship is leaking tonnage and tankage
They sink, lightly sing fish
Message says: «Ship’s flag flies at half mast, report»
But no message can be sent from the Hotel Last Resort

You wrote me so many letters
I keep them in a bag
New hope so many «feel betters»
But jets aren’t the only things that lag

Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion
Bodies at rest…
That’s inertia, inertia, inertia

«Did I win a million bucks?» Yes you did
And now you go to where the lodgings are deluxe
And join me in my bed where we will blaze, blast, contort
Alive or dead, laying in the Hotel Last Resort

I don’t like to snorkel
And I don’t, don’t want to swim
I don’t laugh but I chortle

I’ve become invisible
Because 1 is not divisible
I wander like the Jews
I ponder on my muse
I pander to the few
I divide myself by 2
Half of half is still half
And a chortle is still
Not a real laugh

Yo bro, where the hoes at? Asked a sport
Nobody knows that at the Hotel Last Resort

In my tomorrow I got here, I checked out
Before I checked in
Vaclac Havel likes beer
And sorrows for things Slovakian
He could’ve been my best friend
Of human wrongs, I wished we had spoke
Fine weather in the west wind
My Cuban songs I sing for the Pope
I’m still tryin’ to get some rest in this castle, this social fort
Wishing you all the best, from the Hotel Last Resort

I don’t change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves