Pg 99 - Hotel Nevada 1982 lyrics

Shut your f**ing mouth. tradition does not seem to be working because of its mechanical tone It's one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense, I breeze through walls as they scratch My floor boards a blue light. looks up, white flash looks away and one blue little f** makes me look up Two blue f**s make me look away. this is not the truth, this is lies, this is bullsh** I resolve you with a trick of hand and a joke of sight