Written By Warren Zevon
published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1976
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams you're never really free
Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mmmmmm..
........................... Look away..........................................
(Look away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)Yç£Ãƒâ€¦Ã¢â‚¬â„¢now, I know a place, where God lost his ways.
You may not like it but itç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Â a matter of taste.
Just jump on the train, forget `bout the pain.
The girls in that bar they can drive you insane.
THE GAMBLING IS ON AND YOUR DECK WEIGHS A TON.
YOU CHEW LIKE A FREAK ON YOUR SWEAT-SALT TONGUE.
YOU SWEAT LIKE A PIG AND YOU WANT TO CHANGE STYLE.
IT CAN碩 GET MUCH WORSE SO TRY THE DICE FOR AWHILE.
Youç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚ºe come this far, to this sleazy bar.
So sit your ass down and be just who you are.
Thatç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Â a pretty good beer and weç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚ºe made it clear.
Youç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚ºe got one thing to lose and youç£?l lose it here.
THE GAMBLING IS ON AND YOUR DECK WEIGHS A TON.
YOU CHEW LIKE A FREAK ON YOUR SWEAT-SALT TONGUE.
YOU SWEAT LIKE A PIG AND YOU WANT TO CHANGE STYLE.
IT CAN碩 GET MUCH WORSE SO TRY THE DICE FOR AWHILE.
When he lays them out you will soon find out.
The barç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Â an illusion and itç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Â your life that itç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Â about.
You were on the dole in a financial hole.
Now donç£Ãƒâ€¹Ã…“ you worry cuz heç£ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Â got your soul.
THE GAMBLING IS ON AND YOUR DECK WEIGHS A TON.
YOU CHEW LIKE A FREAK ON YOUR SWEAT-SALT TONGUE.
YOU SWEAT LIKE A PIG AND YOU WANT TO CHANGE STYLE.
IT CAN碩 GET MUCH WORSE SO TRY THE DICE FOR AWHILE.