A deceptively slim young man, suns himself by a swimming pool
While better known sharks take a shot in the dark
In the absence of anything new
A girl just across the way finds herself by a card machine
Pulling out in disgrace coughing up her mistake like somebodfy she's never been
She's feeling like hell living alone
Got one foot in the grave life's on the phone
They know her well in the Sad Hotel
The princess of 2 clean sheets sets herself for the atmosphere
A champagne disease kept in the deep freeze
and thawed every time she come near'
Mr Plastic insurance man, making deals in the backroom bar
insane alibi's believable lies for the client that gets that far
He's feeling like hell living alone
Got one foot in the grave life's on the phone
They know him well in the Sad Hotel
All your hope and success ended in a bar room mess
Drink it down one more round
I'm feeling like hell living alone
Got one foot in the grave life's on the phone
They know me well in the Sad Hotel
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Lyrics submitted by henry.