Desperados Under The Eaves

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasnt lying
All the salty Margaritas in Los Angeles
Im gonna drink them up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Hey dont the sun look angry through the trees
Dont the trees look like crucified thieves
Dont U feel like desperadoes under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And Im trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams youre never really free
Dont the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went hum hum hum hum hum hum
Hum hum hum hum hum 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