THE EAGLES - Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair -- Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air -- Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light -- My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim -- I had to stop for the night -- There she stood in the doorway; -- I heard the mission bell -- And I was thinking to myself, -- 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell' -- Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way -- There were voices down the corridor, -- I thought I heard them say... -- Welcome to the Hotel California -- Such a lovely place -- Such a lovely face -- Plenty of room at the Hotel California -- Any time of year, you can find it here -- Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends -- She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends -- How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. -- Some dance to remember, some dance to forget -- So I called up the Captain, -- 'Please bring me my wine' -- He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here -- Since nineteen sixty nine' -- And still those voices are calling from far away, -- Wake you up in the middle of the night -- Just to hear them say... -- Welcome to the Hotel California -- Such a lovely place -- Such a lovely face -- They livin' it up at the Hotel California -- What a nice surprise, bring your alibis -- Mirrors on the ceiling, -- The pink champagne on ice -- And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device -- And in the master's chambers, -- They gathered for the feast -- The stab it with their steely knives -- But they just can't kill the beast -- Last thing I remember, I was -- Running for the door -- I had to find the passage back -- To the place I was before -- 'Relax,' said the night man, -- We are programmed to receive. -- You can checkout any time you like, -- but you can never leave!