Welcome To Hell
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I was ridin' my black Harley down a dark curving road,
my long tangled blonde hair full of wild wind and highway dirt;
when far off- I see a hotel light and a WELCOME sign.
In the office, a toothless guy in a ripped black t-shirt,
bone-weary I ask him, do you have a room for the night;
welcome to Hotel Hell where you check in but never check out.
I heard howling and saw shadows dancing in the moonlight,
guitars were wailing and weeping and pretty boys were swaying;
someone hands me the BEAST known as weed holding me still.
And soon with those pretty boys, I am dancing and clinging . . .
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August 3, 2017
Verse/Welcome To Hell
Copyright Protected, ID 926638
Written for the contest, Iconic Songs
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Inspired by the song - Hotel California, Eagles
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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