Wake up at the Amba**ador Hotel with fingernails and dust on the windowsill.
It's cold this November, with frost and ice and a room to remember.
I was dreaming of a carpenter named Scarver whose father's butcher's knife's a carver - broken into pieces.
Wake up at the Amba**ador Hotel
Fingernails and dust on the windowsill
Wake up at the Amba**ador Hotel
This room is cold as hell
Room is cold as hell
Room is cold
he hesitates
please don't escape
'Cause I was leaving anyway
Why'd you say you won't stay?
Now I'm out - I'm checking out of this place
What you say?
Please don't escape.
How's about I'm getting off my face
and why did you say you were leaving anyway?
'Cause I was leaving anyway.
Leaving anyway
Wake up at the Amba**ador Hotel
Fingernails and dust on the windowsill
Wake up at the Amba**ador Hotel
This room is cold as hell
Room is cold as hell
Room is cold
Room is cold as hell
This room is