On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair The 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 Her mind is definitely twisted She's got her mercedes benz She's got a lotta 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 1969 And still those voices they're calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Mirrors on the ceilling, the pink champaign on ice And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device In the masters chambers they're gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knifes but they just can't kill the beast Last thing i remember, i was runnin' for the door I had to find the passage back to the place i was before good night said the night man we are programmed to receive You can check out anyytime you like, but you can never leave
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On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair The 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 Her mind is definitely twisted She's got her mercedes benz She's got a lotta 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 1969 And still those voices they're calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Mirrors on the ceilling, the pink champaign on ice And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device In the masters chambers they're gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knifes but they just can't kill the beast Last thing i remember, i was runnin' for the door I had to find the passage back to the place i was before good night said the night man we are programmed to receive You can check out anyytime you like, but you can never leave