Don't book a room above the fifth floor
When you stay at the Hard-Luck Hotel
The ladders won't reach any higher
And if you fell.

It's like the barman always told you
That 'winners always take the stairs
Because if there should be a fire
The elevator will take you there.'

A pink moon rises over Oldtown
Along the street of no return
The cars lie naked and abandoned
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And safe from harm.

You hang suspended from a wire
You crawl beneath the lizard's lair
But please believe what Momma told you
'The elevator will take you there.'

Don't book a room above the fifth floor
When you stay at the Hard-Luck Hotel
The ladders won't reach any higher
And if you fell...