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Hotel Hobbies (Live At Wembley Arena 5/11/87)

Hotel hobbies paddin' dawns hollow corridors

Bell boys checkin' out the hookers in the bar

Slug like fingers trace the star spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror

The short straw took it's bowThe tell tale tockin' of the last cigarette

Markin' time in the packet as the whiskey sweat

Lies like discarded armor on an unmade bed

And a familiar cravin' is crawlin' in his headAnd the only sign of life is the tickin' of the pen

Introducin' characters to memories like old friends

Frantic as a cardiograph scratchin' out the lines

A fever of confession a catalog of crime in happy hour

Do you cry in happy hour?

Do you hide in happy hour?

The pilgrimage to happy hourNew shadows tuggin' at the corner of his eye

Jostling for attention

When the sunlight flares

Through a curtains tear

Shufflin' its beams as if in nervous anticipation of another day

Songwriters

DICK, DEREK WILLIAM/MOSLEY, IAN/KELLY, MARK/TREWAVAS, PETER / ROTHERY, STEVEPublished by

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