Hotel Nevada, 1982 歌词

Shut your fucking mouth tradition does not seem to be working because of it's 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 and one blue little fuck makes me look up and two blue creepy fucks make me look away this is not the truth. This is lies, this is bullshit, I resolve you as a trick of hand, and a joke of sight.