Lyrics
Down at the old hotel, That’s where the shades are drawn
Some hippies go to hell, Some just keep hanging on
Angel of avenue b, Saint of the common whore
Death of a common thief, Wretch of the Rockaway shore
Don’t take that plane tonight, The wind aint right
For some girl’s the country is enough
But you had to go on into town
Head to the tanning hut, Get yourself golden brown
Each Mastercard you swipe, To lie in that glowing bed
Light upon crazy light, Enough now to raise the dead
Don’t take that plane tonight, The wind aint right
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