They Might Be Giants - Hell Hotel

The 1985 demo of Hell Hotel by They Might Be Giants, from their self-titled 1985 demo tape.

Lyrics:

Salutations, pain is karma
Bent joints in fighting words
Got his mean streak from his mother
Ha ha ha
Now Love Boats paint his liver
With eyes on the city lights
Collapsin' on the upbeats
Or relaxin' for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel
The desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by this?
Bellhop takes his flashlight
Takes John up to his room
Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life
Anthrax on the couch

We're here to entertain you
Or have you seen this episode
We're the ancient order of robot dolls
We're putting you at the controls
Well-well-well-welcome to Hell Hotel
Well-well-well-welcome to Hell Hotel

Sports cars and the gamblin'
John's winning every night
Well there's certain smells John can't repel
But Momma, it can't be right
He bolts awake to laughing
But no one's in his room
And the big white man doesn't understand
Why John can't smile no more

We're here to make you happy
That's all that we are programmed for
But you say this pleasure's a pain for you
Sebastian C. could tell you more
Well-well-well-welcome to Hell Hotel
Well-well-well-welcome to Hell Hotel