I used to have a job
An' I was doin' very well
Depression came along
An' everybody start to yell
'where'd they go, them good ol' days,
'an all that crap we used to sell? '
Now I'm in hot-plate heaven,
At the green hotel

Republicans is fine,
If you're a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair,
If all you own is what you wear
Neither of 'em's really right,
'cause neithor of 'em care
'bout that hot-plate heaven,
'cause they ain't been there

They really oughta go
'n find out how the hall-way smell --
They'd benefit to know
'bout what the bums in there could tell
(of course we're only dreamin',
But I s'pose it's just as well
That's all you get to dream
Up in the green hotel)

Nature didn't put me here
An' neither did my fate --
I musta been some even ol'
Republican candidate!
He's over here in washington,
But I wish he was in hell
'cause I'm in hot-plate heaven
At the green hotel

Things is slightly better now;
They hope we will forget
The misery of 'trickle down',
An' jelly-bean etiquette
The regal presidential style
Has simply not worn well,
An' neither has my rags,
Up in the green hotel

• Any Kind of Pain
• Bacon Fat
• Dickie's Such an Asshole
• Elvis Has Just Left The Building
• Hot Plate Heaven at The Green Hotel
• Jesus Thinks You're a Jerk
• Jezebel Boy
• Murder by Numbers
• Outside Now
• Planet of The Baritone Women
• Promiscuous
• Rhymin' Man
• The Untouchables
• What Kind of Girl?
• When The Lie's So Big
• Why Don't You Like Me?