Karaoké Desperados Under the Eaves Warren Zevon

I was sittin' in the Hollywood

Hawaiian Hotel

I was starin' in my empty coffee cup

I was thinkin' that the gypsy wasn't lyin'

All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles

I'm gonna drink 'em up

And if California slides into the ocean like the mystics and statistics say it will

I predict this motel will be standin' 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 you feel like desperados under the eaves

Heaven help the one who leaves

Still wakin' up in the mornings with shakin' hands

And I'm tryin' 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 sittin' in the Hollywood

Hawaiian Hotel

I was listenin' to the air conditioner 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

Look away down Gower Avenue

Look away