I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves

The time luxury affords any bore
Turns towards all the whistles and bells
I can't even remember my best past retort
I'm in a resort town at the Hotel Last Resort

Who did I not call?
What did I not write?
Blue spring, gold fall
Green summer, winter white
Someone's singing in another language
I think it might be English

The ship is leaking tonnage and tankage
They sink, lightly sing fish
Message says, "Ship's flag flies at half mast, report"
But no message can be sent from the Hotel Last Resort

You wrote me so many letters
I keep them in a bag
New hope, so many "feel betters"
But jets aren't the only things that lag
Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion
Bodies at rest
That's inertia, inertia, inertia
"Did I win a million bucks?" Yes you did
And now you go to where the lodgings are deluxe
And join me in my bed where we will blaze, blast, contort
Alive or dead, laying in the Hotel Last Resort
I don't like to snorkel
I don't want to swim
I don't laugh but I chortle
When I pass by the gym
I don't take a tour
I don't take on a guide
My fields I rake with manure
I'm fertilizing for pride
But the mission has been pulled
All agents must abort
And I am losing my patience
At the Hotel Lust Resort

I've become invisible
Because one is not divisible
I wander like the Jews
I ponder on my muse
I pander to the few
I divide myself by two
Half of half is still half
And a chortle is still not a real laugh

"Yo bro, where the hoes at?", asked a sport
Nobody knows that at the Hotel Last Resort

In my tomorrows I got here
I checked out before I checked in
Vaclav Havel likes beer
And sorrows for things Slovakian
He could've been my best friend
Of human wrongs, I wished we had spoke
Fine weather in the west wind
My Cuban songs I sing for the Pope
I'm still tryin' to get some rest in this castle, this social fort
Wishing you all the best from the Hotel Last Resort
I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves