This house is a Hotel

This house is a hotel, I won’t stay long

I’d rather be at church

Unless the holy water works, I won’t come around anymore

Set fire to your worries

Let fear burn to the ground

When the storms are rolling in and you’re filled up to the brim, they won’t come around anymore

Baby aint that how the big boys roll

Aint no other man gonna save my soul

Let the rain come down, the flowers will grow

And you won’t come around anymore

Stand in the ocean, let light in your heart

The tide is getting low, and the wind’s not gonna blow

If you don’t come around anymore

Baby aint that how the big boys roll

Aint no other man gonna take my soul

Let the rain come down, the flowers will grow

And you won’t come around anymore

It’s not at all good but it aint that bad

It’s not at all good but it aint that bad