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As one of 8 billion people with an axe to grind
It’s all I can do to let myself unwind
Postcards to the torture town I left so far behind
Please don’t ever leave me alone with my mind
Somewhere monks are chanting to cure disease
And when it all comes together it’s a spiritual tease
Of the highest degree
What am I walking into?
A pit of money or a pit of despair?
What room am I checking into?
At the Hotel Mary Chang I’ll see you there, I’ll see you there
Ready or not, here I come
One foot in front of the other
Chewing acid gum
I don’t know what’s happening
Could this be foreshadowing?
The lights, they drive me crazy
Changes happen suddenly
Settling in now for your third degree
I’m in the market for some more money
I’m the lone sane man in the asylum
I deal in souls, got loads of space to file them
I chant nonsense, holding serpents and vipers
While driving through a shit storm with faulty wipers
This heat is real (We’re either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
This heat we feel (We’re either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
This heat is real (We’re either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
This heat we feel) (We’re either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
This heat is real
This heat we feel
This heat we feel
This heat we feel
Why am I checking in here?
‘Cos I accumulated points and got a deal
So why do I have to stay here?
At the Hotel Mary Chang nothing is real, nothing is real
Why do I waste away here?
Because my hardened soul stopped working long ago
So why do I face the fear?
At the Hotel Mary Chang it’s all I know, it’s all I know