and there is no hell * and there is no GOD
and there is no mercy * and there is no sin
and there is no heaven to house this soul in
and there is no hell like an old hotel
do you remember * though my eyes give |away my desire
. . . . my warped mind wanders
through the green * IT'S A TRIP TO THE ULTIMATE DREAM
do you forgive me * for my fantasy of burning the sky
the clouds of wonder
will survive
AND THERE IS NO SHAME * and there is no god
no nirvana no buddha and no control
and there is no heaven to house this SOUL in
and there is no hurt and there is no sin and there is no hell
like an old hotel
and there is no hell like an old hotel my friends
(c) 2001 by the provincial bluefish