I’ve Changed Hotels

Lyrics

There's a stove in the back of a rotten little flat In the afternoons we'd meet We'd huddle together, stick close together The daylight makes us weak I know But it's dark in the kitchen and I don't mind the itching anymore Now there's thirty-nine dead lying prone in their beds With one voice in their heads We've all heard it once so to hell with those cunts They they all seem so proud A crow was born in the orchard A kid is crying on the carousel Who wants to get off? Please stop, I want to get off It's a cabaret and I want to play From my window I can see moon coming up with a Here comes another day Now I've changed my hotel No-one knows me well I don't think I can sleep Tomorrow I'm walking through the crowds They look so proud but it hurts to look at the clouds A crow was born in the orchard A kid is crying on the carousel Oh I'm coming out of a cedar closet To make another deposit I've grieved at your feet, I'm back on the street One day my conscience will be so free