Grand Hotel Lyrics

Somewhere below the grand hotel
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell
Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute
Then sneak through the hall past the boy's shining boots
A left at the courtyard through the old garden
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards
And then you run to the old lake house
Down to the old lake house
Run to the old lake house where it begins

Under the floorboards there's a deep well
That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell
That's where old devils danced and kissed
And made their blood pacts in the ancient myths
And running through forest they screamed in chorus
While piercing fair maiden's chests with their horns
And then they lay in the grass 'til the dawn came
Sleeping away 'til the dawn came
Lay in the grass where now stands the grand hotel

The Maître D' and a fancy chef
Silver's real, the liquor's top shelf
Play some tennis, swim in a pool
Stroll the garden shady and cool
You won't care that the devils...
Won't mind that the devils...
Won't know that the devils are near

Somewhere below the grand hotel
There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell
But no one comes up for the souls anymore
They come for some comfort and the dance floor
And hiding sharp horns under fedoras
Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus
They toss and turn 'til the dawn comes
On soft sheets 'til the dawn comes
No one sleeps at the grand hotel

Room service, mini-bar
Scented soaps, chauffeured cars
Stay a day, stay a week
Here's the tunnel, take a peek
Just call up you friends at the front desk
Any hour at the front desk
Call up your friends at the grand hotel
You'll always have friends at the grand hotel