Lyrics: Hotel Me

Hotel Me

There’s spray paint on my door
I can’t live there any more
There’s dozers on my street
Chewing up debris and trees
From my hotel room
I see it all on the TV

Chorus:

Hotel me…
This room is now my home
Hotel me…
Don’t turn me out into the cold
Oh, hotel me…
Don’t tell me we gotta go.

There’s a mortgage I gotta pay
On a house that’s washed away
There’s jobs but money spent
Is not enough to pay some rent
The deadline’s drawing near
For this hotel I hold so dear

Rant:

No trailer, no rent, no help, no check
I’d love to wring some beaurocrat’s neck…

Chorus:

Hotel me…
This room holds all I own.
Hotel me…
Don’t turn me out into the cold
Oh, hotel me…
Don’t tell me we gotta go.

Baby Jesus
You got nothin’ on me
We’ve both been sleepin’
In the rough and on the streets
Oh, tell me Baby Jesus…
Is there room in the straw for me?

Chorus, to fade out:
Hotel me…
This room holds all I own
Hotel me…
Don’t turn me out into the cold.
Oh, hotel me…
Don’t tell me we gotta go.