Hotel
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Twenty seven stories of sleepy goodness.
Lounging in on a cat across the street.

Eating chocolate bars.
The valey strolls out front.

I am spotted.
He makes a phone call.

Burly men in suit vests appear like sugar.
Thier fists aren't nice or tender.

[Chorus (x2 speed of verse (or 1.5x if 2x not possible))]
The collective watches.
Watches on wrists.

Eating bananas.
In the jungle mist.

I have watch my back.
Back on the scene.

Monkeys in suits.
The hotel is clean.

My foot has a sore.
Soaring in a chopper.

Observing the windows.
Hotel behavior improper.

Eight in the chain.
Chain of Octo hotels.

Chain of Octo hotels.
Octo hotels.
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Roughly grabbed offa my cat.
Dragged by my ankles cross the asphalt.

Somewhere in the elevator.
Somewhere underground.

Somewhere in the headquarters.
Somewhere I see survielance.

I see the secrets that aren't meant to be seen.
I see things like bellboys pocketing tips.

[Chorus (optional)]

I am in a tiny room with a stool and a sandwich.
Men are watching me, but I see a vent.

Jumping really high.
Evading grabs for me.

Escaping in the ventilation.
Scurrying down the ducts.

Looking through some slats into secret areas.
I hear thumps of the persuers behind, I rush on.

[Chorus]

Many hours pass as I rush through a labrinth.
I see A light at the end of the duct.

I see daylight streaming.
I hear freedom calling.

I feel blood rushing.
I taste mustard.

I lunge out and end up back in the sandwich room.
The men apply buiscuts and chains.