Underworld Hotel - Tenement

I think of all the things you are

As you suck on the glowing end of a cigar

I really mean to wish you well

Down in the depths of your underworld hotel

I trust you now, if you’ve got it all planned out

Where did you go?

Why don’t we know?

In your Underworld Hotel

There’s nothing left to sell

That’s worth what anyone would pay

For something that they don’t even understand

And Satan’s only Son

Would give you love, if you reached out and touched its hand

I want to know, if you’ve got it all planned out

Where did you go?

Why don’t we know?

In your Underworld Hotel

There’s nothing left to sell