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Salutations paint his karma, Bend joints in fighting words Got his mean streak from his mother, ha ha ha Now Love Boats paint his liver, with eyes on the city lights Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope What does he mean by this? Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes John up to his room Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, Anthrax on the couch We're here to entertain you, or have you seen this episode We're the ancient order of robot dolls, we're putting you at the controls Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel Sports cars and the gamblin', John's winning every night Well there's certain smells John can't repel, but Momma it can't be right He bolts awake laughing, but no one's in his room And the big boss man doesn't understand why John can't smile no more We're here to make you happy, that's all that we are programmed for But you say this pleasure's a pain for you Sebastian C. could tell you more Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel From Letras Mania