Burn like a cigarette. All inside my head. Reminding me not to forget. Words, words I'd never say. Things along the way. They're telling me that I'm the best.
Living my life in a slow hell. Different girl every night at the hotel. I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days. Been fueling up on cocaine and whiskey.
(Chuck Jones/Steve Seskin). . Look at me, eighteen and tanned,. Behind the wheel of my old van,. "Hotel California" turned up loud,. No air-conditioning, windows down..