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Order an Old Fashioned with a splash of Grand Marnier I'll be there in ten minutes if you'll stay I don't wanna argue, but I gotta tell you straight And better if it happens face to face They're lookin' for you, brother They keep stopping by the house They're waiting at my work when I get out What do you think would happen if they'd followed me here now Do you really think they'd let it go Well judging by your silence, the answer's no It's not true, Matthew No it's nothing like before They know exactly where you're gonna be In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor With your feet propped up, watchin' the TV With a tray of food you're never gonna eat And some shit excuse that no one would believe In that empty hotel by the sea Now when it's over I'll be talkin' to your grave You might as well hear what I'll say I can't forgive you, and I'll never sing your praise Why'd you always have to get your way SongtexteNow you're a legend to those sick Neanderthals The ones who count the bullet holes Can't help admiring the splatter on the wall Like cherry blossoms in the spring Oh, it's a thing of beauty 'til it gets cleaned It's not true, Matthew No it's nothing like before They know exactly where you're gonna be In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor With a blindfold on, tryin' to fall asleep While your rental car's on fire in the street And the snowflakes falling softly on the beach In that empty hotel by the sea Oh, it's, it's not true, Matthew No it's nothing like before They know exactly where you're bound to be In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor With your fingers broken, pickin' up your teeth With the realization you were in too deep With some final words that no one will repeat While the snow's still fallin' softly on the beach In that empty hotel by the sea Aus Songtexte Mania