Desperados Under The Eaves

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian hotel

I was staring in my empty coffee cup

I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lying

All the salty Margaritas in Los Angeles

I'm gonna drink them 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

Hey don't the sun look angry through the trees

Don't the trees look like crucified thieves

Don't U feel like desperadoes 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 hum hum hum hum hum hum

Hum hum hum hum hum hum

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Look away down Gower Avenue look away

Look away down Gower Avenue look away

Look away down Gower Avenue look away

Look away down Gower Avenue look away

Look away down Gower Avenue look away