Hotel California - Eagles

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

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 Tiffany-twisted, she got a Mercedes-Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends

How they danced 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 nineteen sixty-nine”

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say…

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said

“We are all just prisones here of our own device”

And in the master’s chambers they gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

“Relax,” said the night man, “we are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”